I smiled despite myself. How could I refuse? We met at the usual spot and we boarded the Love Bus and found paired seats near the middle. As she told me every detail of her date, something quiet stirred inside me for the first time.
The bus hummed through evening traffic, streetlights painting soft patterns on her face. Brenda was still glowing from her date the night before. She leaned closer, her voice full of kilig as she recounted every detail again.