Bill Out Please

My friends and I were having dinner last night at this popular restaurant by the beach when I first saw you. You were the typical help with something more. You captured my attention and I was hooked. 

"Hi, and your name is?"

"Joel.", you replied with matching smile.

"And Joel, would you have a number I could call later?", I asked.

Shocked at the direct query but still flirtatiously smiling, you gave in. 

"Let me write it down for you sir..."

I giggled.

"I'm off at around 1:00am", you told me as I received the piece of paper with your number.

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Fast forward to a few hours later, it was raining hard in Boracay. The lights went off. 

"Damn...", I angrily exclaimed.

I reached for my phone and remembered you and your magical number. A quick note was sent your way.

"Hi Joel, this is Tristan from the restaurant earlier. You free?"

To which you replied, "Yeah."

I called. 

"Hey, can you come over?", I asked.

"Uhmm, Tristan, I have a friend..."

And that started the story of your friend who's living with you who badly needed extra money to go home the following day. At the other end of the line, I tried to play along. I asked you how much it would cost me to get this friend for the night. I cringed at the possibility of purchasing something intangible. 

"Sorry Joel, I can't help you out.", I said as I ended the conversation.

"Excuse me, why should I pay for something I can definitely get for free.", I whispered.

"Ang ganda ko kaya?", I said in my most convinced tone.

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As of this writing, Joel's friend had allegedly left Boracay for his home province and Joel keeps on texting me for a hook up.

"Excuse me again. Waiter, bill out please."