The Countdown Begins!
May 21st, 2008 by C.Posted in Bedroom Blog | 4 Comments »
I bumped into Marcus today—at the cafe downstairs. He was with his department colleagues, seemingly enjoying an extended coffee break.
That was a bit odd, I have to admit. He’d just texted that he’d be so loaded with work in the next three days that he won’t have time for anything else in between.
Oh well, we are going on a date naman on Friday—so why am I bothered that he’s not having coffee with me?
Yup, despite my work load, my mind just keeps going back to Kathy’s party—and the way Marcus had been towards me that night. I swear, he was like a different person—not at all like the cool and collected Marcus I know at the office! That night, he was definitely more forward. But then again, I was also a bit buzzed myself.
When he left the party (he had to work the next day), he even texted me:
“M home na. Ingat when going home. Gud nyt!”
I can’t get over it talaga. Yes! I can die now!
I swear, I was humming all day. Four days to go before my big date with Marcus! We agreed to have dinner somewhere in Ortigas, then a movie. I already have visions of romantic moments and delicious, spine-tingling moments. I love this feeling!
“Ikaw ha,” Paeng’s teasing voice jolted me back to earth. He was standing by my desk again, two thick folders of client materials on each hand. “You didn’t dance with me at Kathy’s party.”
“Paeng, please, let’s just work today,” I pleaded, getting up and grabbing the folders from him.
“Joke lang,” he backtracked. “Hey, you look nice—not hung over at all like the rest of us!”
Argh. Paeng was being so damn nice again. At that moment, I actually felt guilty for not talking to him at all at the party.
“Tell me, though—why was that guy Marcus all over you?” I looked at him, startled. Had everyone noticed?
“I know it’s none of my business,” he continued, “but, kayo na ba?”
I sighed. I wish, I thought to myself. Sana nga!
OMG. I can’t get over what happened last night! Major, major score: I have a date—with Marcus! Well, sort of. I know, I know, he was a little bit drunk, but then it was our officemate Kathy’s despedida party at her place, so everyone was buzzed.
Last night’s kilig moments? Well, I had just arrived at the party when I felt an arm around my shoulders. It was him! I nearly fainted with delight. And to think that I almost didn’t go!
Everyone seemed to be having a great time: The music was loud yet lounge-y, Kathy was passing around lemon drop shots, and people were steadily streaming into her Ortigas apartment.
“Been looking for you all over,” Marcus drawled, his arm still around me. I couldn’t believe how touchy he was being! “Seems like I can never catch you at the right time, ano?”
I didn’t know what to say. I guess I just stood there with him, smiling like a fool as someone passed me a plastic cup of some vodka mixture. Will something happen tonight?
“C.! You’re here!” I knew who it was, even before I turned around: Paeng, calling from across the room. “Tara na, let’s dance!”
“Sus,” I heard Marcus mutter under his breath. He took my hand, squeezed it tightly, and whispered, “Hey, I’m finally free next Friday. You want to…? I mean, you know—try going out or something?”
Of course, I said yes! Yet, I have to admit I’m also a bit apprehensive. Was it just another one of Marcus’s vague promises? Please, I hope not!
The story so far: After some uncertain moments, C. finally makes progress with Marcus. But, she’s faced with some mind-boggling decisions and even tougher questions. After a kilig encounter at an officemate’s party, she needs to regroup and get ready for all things new in her life—love and workwise.
Been working late at the office—again. Okay, I have to admit: I’m half-hoping that Marcus would be doing some overtime, too. (How’s that for motivation?) It’s been more than a week since we’ve spoken. I’m medyo losing hope. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to get those hot, steamy daydreams of him out of my head!
Still, I can’t make heads or tails of what happened late last night: I was in the lobby elevator on my way back from the convenient store downstairs, when Marcus suddenly appeared!
“You!” I sort of gasped, unable to believe my luck and trying to hide the four bags of Mr. Chips I had just bought to keep me company.
“There you are!” He grinned, as the elevator doors closed. He is so cute! “O, how come you’re not with ‘whatshisname?’”
“Paeng?” I stiffened, my heart jumping. “Him? Naku, I just needed to work with him for some projects.” Was Marcus actually jealous? But how come he’s not making a move at all?
“Listen, I’m so sorry for not making it to our coffee dates, C.” He moved closer to where I was standing, until his face was just inches from mine. “Forgive me?”
I melted. “Of course,” I replied, as nonchalantly as I could, conscious of the closeness. Eto na ba? Will he actually kiss me?
Ping! The elevator door opened—and we were on our 18th floor office. I groaned inwardly at the bad timing. Not again! Back to reality, girl.