It’s early February and you could still feel the cool breeze of the air, hear the rustling of the wind and smell the scent of the newly sprung flowers and its green leaves. But for these two people, it’s just like an ordinary day for them. Singing while sitting under the biggest mango tree of their school garden is a habit.
“I look at her and have to smile
As we go driving for a while
Looking nowhere in the open window of my car
And as we go the traffic lights
Watch them glimmer in her eyes
In the darkness of the evening…”
He’s Zehel Sandoval. A gentleman, humble and intelligent student of Ridgeford Academy who loves to play guitar.
“And I’ve got all that I need
Right here in the passenger seat.
Oh and I can’t keep my eyes on the road
Knowing that he’s inches from me…”
Continued by Cathy Mendoza, a petite, good-looking cheerful lady also from the same school as Zehel’s. This lady loves to sing that’s why she and Zehel easily get along with each other and turns out to be best friends.
“Zehel, can you help me bring those flowers and chocolates? “, Cathy asked.
“Uhmm. Why not? Besides you will give me some of those chocolates, right? “, Zehel answered smiling.
“Yes. I’ll give you some; just help me bring those later huh? “
“Oh sure. No problem with that. By the way, how are your suitors? “
“Nah. All of them are good but still I’m not interested to anyone of them. I’ve been looking for someone.”
“Someone? “, Zehel asked.
“Someone who can understand me as I am. Someone who can accept me as I am. And he should love music as I do.”
“That type of a man is hard to find. It will take years for you to find a man like him or worst you’ll get old and you wouldn’t be able to find a man like him.” Zehel said and then he laughed.
“Why do you say so?” Cathy questioned him.
“Because he doesn’t know who you really are and... how bully you are.” Then he laughed again.
“I’m not bully. You’re the one who is bully.” Cathy punched him a little at his shoulders.
“Ouch. That hurts. Look what you’re doing right now. You punched like I’m a punching bag.”
“Huh? I don’t punched that much. You’re exaggerating!” Cathy exclaimed.
“I’m not. I’m just saying the truth and nothing but the truth.” Zehel explained while hiding his laughters.
