An Hour Latte (Time Series #1)

Prologue

DISCLAIMER

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Time Series.

time

/tīm/

the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

1 of 3.

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PROLOGUE

CASSIUS

Here's the thing.

True enough that if we plan to create a piece of art, we tend to intake another art first. An inspiration. A guide. A motivation. Like a friend who pushes your back whenever you're stuck at some point in your life, and you cannot move forward.

May it be a poem you've read online, a movie you've seen over the weekend, a video you've come across on YouTube, a song you've heard on the radio while driving to work, or even the food you love, a drink, or. . . a person.

I always believe that we, people, should be considered as an art.

We have the ability to comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable.

We have the ability to make or break a thing . . .

. . . or someone.

In my case, I didn't break her.

She became the push I never knew I needed.

She disturbed me.

I comforted her.

Together, we're an art.

That's what I believed.

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ASTRID

I was currently getting ready for school, humming the song Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations when I suddenly heard a loud knock from the door of my room. I stopped fixing my hair as I slowly put my blow dryer above my vanity table. I stood up, flattening my white uniform and my med school I.D. before I click the door knob open.

"Ciro!" I held my chest in shock. "Ang aga-aga! Ba't nandito ka?"

Ciro shrugged before showing me two cups of coffee on his hands. Latte macchiato for me and Americano for him.

It was only 6:30 in the morning. I have a class at 7 AM that's why I'm up this early. Ciro don't usually go here at this hour kaya naman takang-taka ako noong sumulpot na lang siya rito ng walang pasabi.

"Sa akin ka na raw sumabay," he stated. Inabot niya sa akin 'yung kape ko bago niya inumin 'yung kaniya. Sumandal lang siya doon sa pinto habang naglalakad naman ako pabalik on my table to continue what I was doing.