Chapter one · The empty seat
Hello, stranger.
It was raining hard over Cebu IT Park when Christilyn ducked into a crowded café. The only empty chair was across from Marvin, who looked far too serious over a cup of coffee gone cold.
She asked for the seat. He offered half his table. By closing time, they had traded terrible jokes, favorite songs, and a promise to find the city’s best siomai.
“We kept calling it friendship because neither of us was brave enough to call it anything else.”