A/N: "Ssangdung-ineun naeil ol geos-ibnida" means "They will arrive tomorrow." it isn't accurate but it pretty much means the same thing :)))) I hope you enjoy reading this Chapter.
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It’s around 4 pm and our flight back to Manila is at 6. We already checked-in online last night so it’s hassle-free but now, we’re stuck in the lounge… doing absolutely nothing.
I stopped by the restroom so that I could check how I look like. Afterall, it’s a 9-hour-long trip!
“Can you hold this for a while? Pleaseee.”
“Fine. But make it quick, got it?”
“Yosh!”
“Good. Give me your phone too. You might misplace it or worse, mahulog sa toilet bowl! Hahahaha!!!”
“Yuck. Gross.” I looked at him with disgust.
I checked myself in the mirror and well, just because you’re up in the air, doesn’t mean you don’t have to look fly! I wore a leopard printed-polo, a cotton nude coat with fur-collar, violet leggings and black platform lace-up ankle boots. I fixed my hair, wore my glasses and quickly went outside.
“Hey.”
“Did you wash your hands? Don’t tell me you had a NUMBER TWO and didn’t wash your hands. Kadiri ka, Luna!”
“Neat freak! I just checked myself in the mirror, sheesh.”
“Whatever. Let’s go?” he said while offering his arm and I took it.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we started walking.
“I don’t know. Let’s just explore the airport. I don’t want to be stuck in the lounge.” I nodded.
It’s awkward seeing people look at you. Is it because we were being followed by two tall g—I mean, bodyguards? Or because Luca and I looked exceptionally great in our clothes? Haha! Kidding aside, When I was a kid, I had troubles being outdoors because I felt like I was always being watched. But I guess you get used to it.
Anyway, it’s a great idea he wanted to stroll around the place because it’s great and neat. We strolled through the wide halls of the airport and went to Paul’s for a light snack.
We sat and after a few moments, a blonde woman approached & greeted us, “Bonjour![Hello!]”
“Bon apres-midi![Good Afternoon!]” Luca and I said at the same time. We seated face to face and she gave us the menu. She didn’t leave anymore because we made up our mind quickly.
“I’ll have Tarte Crême brûlée and…. Luca?” I turned my head to see what he’d order.
“I’ll have Les Pains de mie.”
I saw the waitress smilling while writing our order and said….
“Your French accent is perfect.”
“Vous êtes trop gentil! Merci![You are too kind. Thank you!]”
Then suddently, she blurted out of the blue, “Are you a couple?”
I felt my cheeks heat up as he released a chuckle.
“God, no! You got it all wrong! *laughs* this is my sister Luna and I’m her brother, Luca. We’re fraternal twins.” Thank God for answering, Luca!
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Journey Of The Red String
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