"Coaaaaaaaacccchhhh."
"Bambooooo."
"Oyyyyyy."
"Coach!"
"Bbbbbbbb!"
Now, she's starting to shrug his shoulders back and forth as if urging him to talk to her, and urging him she did. She settled on calling him over and over again, and now she's prolonging the letter B , she insists on calling him that sometimes by the way, just to get his attention. He just looked at her.
"Don't give me that look!"
He frowned. He didn't know he's already giving her a look. Am I? Really? He thought. Now he's confused as to what kind of look she's referring to.
"Coooaaacchhh! Don't give me that! It's as if you'll never agree to what I'm asking." She ran her fingers on his face trying to wipe away the silly expression on it that she's referring to.
"Ugh! A! Don't do that." Finally, he replied while dodging more of her attempts on touching his face.
"A?" The Sarah Asher Geronimo, asked. Yes, A. But he never bothered to answer, he's already embarrassed as it is and he doesn't want to be more embarrassed in front of her to the point of blushing.
"Why A?" Sarah stared at him for a good ten seconds, for a moment his palms started to sweat but she just shook her head afterwards. "Never mind." She scoffed. "Pleaseeee, B. Just this once. Please." She continued her assault of making him say yes to what she's been asking him since they started their rehearsals for their upcoming ASAP duet of You and Me this Sunday. It's almost seven-thirty in the evening already yet her energy is still up the clouds.
She must've eaten some chocolates, kahit bawal, this silly girl, he thought. They started the rehearsal at six-thirty in the evening and after thirty minutes of rehearsing, the band decided to take a break since everyone were tired from their earlier commitments that day. He remembered Sarah stopping him from going outside of the studio a while ago.
He received a text message from Pancho right before the band took a 30-minute break from their rehearsal, it says that he should go out and take a look and say 'hi' at his daughter, who came to work with him, once he gets a break since it kept asking how long will it take for her Dad to finish working. His daughter, Isabela, is with Pancho, touring around the ABS-CBN building. When he was about to go out, a pair of hands wrapped around his forearm tightly, abruptly stopping him from continuing his tracks. Soft hands, he thought. He turned around to see a hesitating face. Eyebrows knit together, lips pursed it made her dimples very visible to his eyes.
It took Sarah a while before she could tell him what she wanted with full of confidence. She just kept on murmuring the things that she's been meaning to say to him while her eyes kept on averting his gaze. He can't understand some of her words since she was talking too fast and he can barely hear her. The only words that managed to register to him were, 'will' and 'with me'.
He badly wanted to wait and see her search for her composure until she could talk to him properly but he was in a hurry so, he gently cupped her face with his two hands and made her look at him properly in the eyes. Sarah's eyes widened and her grip around his forearm tightened. Bamboo could sense the nervousness creeping through Sarah's system, it is written all over her face. Sarah, on the other hand, was trying so hard to get a grip of herself but to no avail and the fact that Bamboo is gently cupping her face didn't help. She released a heavy breath she didn't know she was holding. She directed her gaze towards anything but his eyes, but Bamboo was quick to stop her.
"Hey, what is it?" He asked her while trying his best to gently stop her from looking away. She looked so cute Bamboo couldn't stop himself from caressing her cheeks with his thumb. Sarah closed her eyes and surrendered to the sudden gush of warmth and comfort from his hands towards her cheeks and throughout her being. She leaned in to his touch.
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