St. Benedict School of Montessori.
School's Cafeteria.
8:00 in the morning.
I've been waiting for Voltaire for almost an hour. Yesterday, Mrs. Acosta told me that Voltaire will talk to me to discuss the advocacy of our group at 7am in the morning.
Yeah, Mrs. Acosta wins! I don't have any choice. If I won't accept it, she might dislike me. I just said yes without thinking twice.
And now I'm here. Stuck at the cafeteria, patiently waiting for the arrival of Voltaire.
Oopps, impatiently waiting take note.
"Is he really running for president? He doesn't know punctuality," I told myself and I starting to be so upset.
There's no class in the morning. In the afternoon, students will all gather in the assembly hall to hear the advocacies of every club. It's the tool to be used for the campaign. And if I didn't say yes, I should be in my bed and having my sweet dream.
"That bastard. I don't even eat my breakfast just to arrive in school in time. Looks can be deceiving. I thought, goes along with his handsome face is a good attitude," I said angrily.
I'm about to leave the place and go somewhere else when I see him running towards me, calling my name.
"Hey Daphne. You're Daphne right," Voltaire said with confirmation.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I was caught in the traffic, an accident took place. Two cars collided and all the passengers died. The entire road is jam-packed, not only with vehicles but with people too," he added.
"Would you mind if we sit? I run as fast possible from the gate up to here. See, I'm sweating," he said.
"Hey, hey! Are you with me," he concluded examining my face.
He moves his face closer to me- inch by inch.
Oh my, Voltaire is drop-dead gorgeous!
