Hour Eighteen
"Sira pa ang sasakyan mo ah, anong gagawin natin eh ke-aga aga?" I questioned as we descended down the stairs.
"Magbe-breakfast. Alas sais na naman ng umaga, handa na siguro 'yung buffet sa baba."
I found myself unconsciously smiling as we kept going downstairs, his hand tightly intertwined with mine.
And guess what? The dork was right. The breakfast buffet was starting to be served out to the dining area of the inn, with the smell of the newly-cooked food surrounding the air.
"Kuha lang ako ng pagkain natin ha? Nakakagutom kasi magtampo sa'yo." Justin let go of my hand abruptly and started to pick up utensils and a plate.
I picked out one of the many vacant tables, the one still closest to the window. I breathed in and looked at the sun starting to rise from there.
