Jez and I spent a few hours talking. After the funeral, I left, but this friend of mine did not want to leave me. Apple, on the other hand, left first because she said she has work today.

"Girl, come on. Besides, you haven't had breakfast yet. You already smell" I could not understand if he wanted to lighten my mood or insult me. I ran out of the tissue he gave me, so he did nothing but lend me his handkerchief.

"Thank you. I'll return it after I wash it," I said in the middle of my breath there. He grinned as he watched me.

"No need. It's up to you!" He doesn't want others to return the thing borrowed to him, especially if it is used to wipe a cold.

"Alcohol. I'll put it on you" he grinned as I did that. We had nothing to say as we made our way out of the cemetery. Maybe he felt I was not in the mood to chat.

"By the way, I have a photoshoot today. I got to endorse a boutique. I want to take you," He snorted. I stopped and then calmed down.

"Are you serious? The smell of me is bad, and you will take me with you?" He scratched his head irritably.

"Who is this naughty person who didn't want to take a bath before?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't have any clothes! I don't want to take a bath without changing. What am I stupid?"

"Yes, Girl. I will buy you clothes but go with me first" He took another handkerchief from his bag.

This man is really a boy scout. He's always ready. He used a cover before touching my arm to lift me.
How many hours did he have a photoshoot?

Exactly when my stomach ached, it was over. He laughed out loud as he stared at the photographer's camera. The owner of the boutique paid him a lot. It's a story for him since he became its brand ambassador. His income has not only doubled. Who wouldn't be dazzled by Jez's appearance?

If he was not a woman at heart, he might have many girlfriends. I'm probably already on the list. Of course, it's just a joke. We cannot be together because we have a sister's code.
The photographer didn't tell me anything, and I thought that he thought that I am disgusting. I don't want him to think that I look worse than a beggar.
Jez bought some clothes at the market. He even wants us to go shopping at the mall.

All I need is a house to stay.

"I already told you. Let's buy at the mall!" he said as I bought my new slippers.

"You'll spend a lot more! Save your money for yourself."

"Does it fit you?" the saleswoman said in the middle of our conversation. He looked closely to see if the flower slippers I had chosen were suitable for my feet.

"It's okay," I said. I murmured and then gave it to him.

"When are you embarrassed when I treat you? You were so rude, Girl. Do you remember when someone flirted with you? You always let him treat you to munchkins and donuts." It was just last year, but it is not clear in my mind how that man met me.

I drove him away a few times because I don't feel any spark towards him. So what I did was I talked him up with pure sarcasm until he got irritated. Jez is even jealous because that man is kind to me. He always picks me up at my school.

"Where is that man, anyway?" Jez asked.

The saleswoman handed me the bag full of slippers.

"I don't know. I don't have any information about him anymore."

"By the way, you said you know something that could be my job. Where is that? I really need to."

"Do you have a child to support, so you are in a hurry to get a job?"

"Crazy! I need money ... you know .. for Lolita and myself."

We rode a tricycle. We were both outsides, so Jez was almost stunned because of the low roof. The tricycle runs as slow as a turtle.

"Maybe we would have been there if we had run, "Jez whispered.

"Maybe someone can speed it up?" said Jez. My belly bounced as we crossed the big humps that were followed by a bumpy road. When we got down, we seemed to lose balance due to the rotation around.

"Seriously, Manong! (A Tagalog word referring to a man older than you) Thank you for the smooth ride!" Jez said sarcastically.

When he opened the blue gate at the opening of the house, it was full of mess.

"I'm sorry. Your workplace is a mess" It was as if I was getting an idea of what kind of work and who I would serve.

The men yelled at what I heard as Jez turned the lock on the door. It seemed like my surroundings were shining to see who that the noise came from the men.

"You rotten player! Quit ML!" He was wearing a white shirt and...only boxers! Its movement of Adam's Apple coincides with his every laugh. He is tall, so he is more handsome to look at.
"You're a sick player than I am!" said another man. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and shorts. He threw a pillow at his friend.

"Hey! Stop kids!" said Jez. The two stared at me as they slowly approached.

"The stench! Who is that! Shit?", That was the man in the shirt.

"It's you! You smell yourself. Not bathing is common. You have not taken a bath for three days!" laughed the man in the shirt who now blocked his face with the pillow he was holding. I swallowed. They are more handsome up close.

"Who is that, Jez? You are very helpful. You even brought a beggar here to help" This tall man is definitely hot, but I feel turn off for him because of referring to me as a beggar.
"That's not a beggar! Stupid! That's my friend!" I held Jez in his arms. I whispered.

"Don't tell me I'm going to work here?" He nodded slowly then smiled hard as our eyes met.

"That's it. I hope it's okay " I would have answered no, but ... "Jez, is she the one you found? The one you are talking about" his small face was gentle as if heaven had sent him to me. It felt like I'm falling for him. His smile! Wow!

"Uh. Hi. What's your name, Miss?" His voice sounded like a lullaby.

"My name?"

"All right, Girl. Flirt more. You're not obvious", Jez whispered to me as he pushed me.

His always sarcastic

"My name?" he nodded as I clarified the question.

"Uhm. Kaoree Rogen" I don't know if I will shake hands or what, but at the top, my choice is .. of course ... shake hands! He accepted my hand.

"Wyn. Wynder Roshan" I think I am in heaven.

"Calm down your ovary," Jez scolded. Not sure if he's a guardian angel or what.

"Me too! Introduce yourself! Porridge girl. I'm Latrelle. Latrelle Aurelius, it's easy to remember, isn't it? Most handsome" Porridge girl? I just turned to another one.

"I'm Marcus Giberson, the cutest. Don't believe, Latrelle. He's not the most handsome here," Latrelle kicked his ass.

No,! I know that! I smiled. I know Wyn is the most handsome here.

"He hasn't had a girlfriend yet, and it looks like he has no plans. So you have no hope," Jez whispered secretly again while both hands were behind.

"Thanks for the support," I said sarcastically. " By the way, am I accepted?"