Camera Girl

6:30pm - Collided

Blair's POV

"Right? I mean, who would put up a fight with a person about a situation that's small and penetrable? It's just the small stuff...," Daphne began as she was queuing me to say it.

".......and you don't sweat it!" we both said in unison as we laughed.

Suddenly, a guy appeared to me. He had a dreamy appearance. He had short, straight, blond hair which is messed up in a cute way, a pair of brown eyes, a pointed nose, and lips that are perfect when he would smile. His body stature is more perfect and detailed than a Greek god would. He wore a white shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black Converse sneakers. What a normal bad boy would look like in the 70s or 80s.

"Hi," he said in a husky voice as we turned around to see him.

"Oh hi! You must be Peter," Daphne said as she stood up to him and took her hand out. "I'm Daphne Cruz."

"A pleasure," Peter said as he took her hand and shook it.

"This is my best friend, Blair," Daphne said as she gestured me to stand up to face him.

"Oh! You must be Lily," Peter said with a hint of recognition and excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, it's me," I said shyly as I took out my hand to shake his.

"Sooooo, I'll leave you two here or...?" Daphne said with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow.

I glared at her because I knew what her plan was since I told her about him.

"Oh why can't you -," I was about to say something to her but Peter cut me off.

"Sure. We'll just be here," he said as he smiled at her.

"Okay," she said as she looks at me. "You two have fun, okay?"

And with that, she left.

The two of us stood there in an awkward distance in an awkward vibe.

"Sooooooo...." he began saying. "Why haven't you called me?"

"Didn't Daphne the Daffodil tell you?" I snapped.

"Well, yeah. But I wanna hear it from you," he replied.

"What is? Daphne told you, and I would say the same damn thing," I snapped again.

"Whoa, there's no forever in being snappy," he said in a calm tone.

"Well because my mood has been under the bed last week and what do you expect me to do? Be happy and all that? Is that what you want?"

"Not exactly. But what I want you to do is calm down and breathe."

"Thank you, Dr. Octavious."

"Hey, at least I went here to cheer you up."

"Thanks. And if you're blinded by my pity, I'm sorry."

"You didn't pity me. I'm better than your regular scheduled TV show."

"Right."

We stood there in an awkward silence.

"If it's okay with you, maybe I'll take you out to dinner after this," Peter said as he finally broke the silence.

"Sure," I said with a grateful smile.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The first night of the exhibit was over as we left BGC in his car.

"Soooooo, where'd you want to eat?" Peter asked me as he was driving.

"Um anywhere is good," I said shyly.

"You haven't been on a date, haven't you?" he inquired.

"Let's say I haven't in a long time," I replied.

"Well, you're lucky. I'm bringing you somewhere," he said in a sly tone.

"And where are we going?" I asked, unsure whether I would panic or be thrilled.

"You'll see, water flower," he said in a sly and exciting tone.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We pulled over at a place called Wooden Horse in Molito, Alabang. I never expect him to have taste.

When we got there, a girl about 20 or so had a friendly smile.

"Welcome to Wooden Horse! My name is Marigold, and I'll be your server tonight," she greeted in her chirpy voice. "Table for two?"

"Yeah please," Peter said.

"Right this way," Marigold said as she gestured us to our table.

Our table has two couches, a table in the middle, and a view of the window as the people pass by the place while talking, walking, and laughing.

Marigold came back with our menus and gave it to us.

"I'll come back in a minute or two to take your orders," Marigold said with her usual, small smile.

We gave her a nod, signaling her to give us the time to go over.

"You haven't heard of everything yet," I said, breaking the ice.

"Of what?" Peter asked as he was going through the menu.

"About my dad's death," I said.

"What about it?" he asked as he looked up from the menu to face me.

"Well, my dad came from his business trip in Vietnam and he was in his flight on the way here back. While they were flying, a huge storm came. People were panicking, Peter. Panicking.

"I remember his last phone call. We spoke in Skype the day before of his flight back here. I didn't know it was our last conversation with him. We were emotional, overwhelmed, and I felt shitty without him. My mom had to pay the hospital bills, the funeral bills and everything.

"Yes my mom is a flight attendant, but everything had a price to pay. Do you know how hard it is?" I said as tears threaten to fall on my face.

Without a word, he went onto my seat, sat beside me, and wiped my tears.

Suddenly, the tears stopped. And my eyes were puffy.

I calmed down before we called in Marigold came in.

"May I take your orders now?" she asked in her friendly tone as she held her notepad and pen to jot down our orders.