The Young and the Beautiful

"May magagalit ba if I ask you out todinner?", I asked.

"Meron...", you replied.

I was not prepared for that response.

"Ooops...", I whispered.

With that reply, I brushed you off from my potential list and placed your name in the friend zone. You could have stayed in the zone happily ever after until that fateful day.

"Hey...", I texted.

"What's up? Gusto ko ng beer.", you replied.

"Are you inviting me out for a drink?", I asked.

"Maybe...", you answered back.

"Ok, I'll see you in a while...", I replied.

"And leave all your expectations behind...", I continued.

"Don't worry...", you responded.

A couple of hours and a few bottles of beer later, I felt that I was ready to tell you what I have been thinking of since we met. I looked at you straight in the eyes. You were smiling but I can tell you were uncomfortable - you knew what was to come.

"Bata pa nga to...", I whispered.

I took a deep breath and finally said:

"Welcome to Tristan Tales, bunso."

Blogger's Note: So what's your name again? (insert evil laughter here). Oh and don't worry, you did well.