The Girl Who Abandoned the Earth to Rest Among the Stars

February 28

Sir:

I could not help but laugh at your e-mails, sir. You have more personality than I thought you might have, and I believe I have begun to become comfortable writing to you. You reply well. You are very colorful yourself; it appears to me that you have been forcing yourself to be formal and superior, but you are almost like a young boy. Can I perhaps ask how old you may be, sir? Cedric - Mr. Abucay, I mean - is almost near my age. To think that someone my age is working at a large company, and a personal assistant of the son of the owner to top it off. Are you perhaps the same age as we do? It's not very uncommon in Chinese culture to have their sons run business at the age of 13. Are your parents Chinese, sir? Do your eyes disappear when you laugh or smile?

I think I might have bombarded you with questions in a single paragraph. My apologies, Monsieur. It is a very grave disease this curiosity is. It even killed the cat.

To give you updates, I believe that the 'loveless and friendless' and specially single Miss Annalyn Salvador had chosen to follow your request and ate 10 korokke and 4 mango floats. And yes, she eats that much. She is not a pig, but she certainly isn't a stick either. You have Php160 due in the snack station and would gladly receive payments via bank transfer or cash.

And yes, Miss Salvador also has doubts on the men of this generation.

Another update: Mr. Cedric Abucay, as a neighbor, is very much a nuisance.

No, I did not mean you kick him out, but as someone who lives next door, he has an irritating habit of having meals with me every single day. Breakfast. Dinner. I am at work by lunch. Sometimes even, he does come by lunch. Does he truly work for you, sir, or is he simply an assistant of your assistant? He, to me, seems to have more of his time out in the office than in it. And Gozon and Gozon Company is a 15-minute drive, or if the drive part is missing, then a 20-minute commute travel, considering the traffic in CDO. How can he ever travel that fast? How did I ever believe that he is working hard?

In any case, I personally do not have the stance to argue on your preferences, for I am old fashion incorporated in writing and language, and certainly appreciate that you have the same tinge, by way of preferring letters over texts, though most likely not in entirety.

You, sir, are mischievous in my impression. Your letters speaks so. You are an urban expression of amusement and candor. You are a boy, I believe most certainly. Did I perhaps hit closer to the bull?

That is another question, maybe. I don't have the sense to make of rhetorical and answerable questions.

Should I say good day or good night, sir? Would you rather read my letters in the morning or in the evening?

That, though, is not rhetorical.

In all honesty,

Annalyn Salvador