A Glimpse of Faith

Jarren had always been the kind of guy who captivated people just by walking into a room. With his London charm, a voice that could melt hearts, and his mix of English and Tagalog, it was no surprise that everyone gravitated toward him. But for Jarren, the spotlight was more of a comfort zone than a distraction. He was a singer, after all, and performing was in his blood. He always had this feeling that he didn't quite belong to one place, one identity-he was a London boy, and yet, he was still deeply tied to his Filipino roots.

He had come to the Philippines on a break, taking a pause from his busy music career to just... live. He never expected to stay too long, but the island breeze, the lively streets, and the people he met were slowly making him rethink his plans. He liked the energy here, the way the locals could go from serious to playful in seconds, the mix of old traditions with new trends. But there was one person who stood out to him more than anyone else.

Then there was Fyang. She had this carefree, kalog energy that everyone adored. Known for her spontaneous quips and her way of making even the most serious situations feel light, she was a breath of fresh air. To her friends, Fyang was everything. But deep down, Fyang had a secret-she had feelings for Jarren, the one person she never thought would notice her. It was a hope she carried with her silently, unsure if he saw her the same way. She was used to teasing people, calling them "bakla" or saying "malamang" to lighten up the mood. But when it came to Jarren, her playful teasing was always accompanied by a flutter in her heart.