Repetitive

Apparently, I found myself here again, lost in the sprawl of Quezon City. Evan, who was the only one available to accompany me, suggested that we visit his friend's flat. His 'friend' who he would casually mention again and again.

'How much money did you waste for those flowers?' He asked.

I admired the 3000 peso bouquet that which I hold, forced a smirk, and I said, 'Not much'.

'What would you do then now that you can't give it to her?'

'I don't know, maybe I'd give these to a random stranger tonight' and I laughed.

Now for the rest of our walk, he told me things about this friend of him. Some of which, strangely, I have already known. Maybe, from the fact that he has repetitively told me about her.

'Do you see each other much?' I asked.

'No, not lately'.

I often get the feeling that I've been to places before. Which is of course, not true, but some places do look and feel alike. Luckily this time, I did not go a street further. And there she was, leaning on her doorway. Surely she was not quite that bad, actually, she's cute. And yes, I look awkward because I have a bouquet with me.

Surprisingly Evan's eyes did not go bright when we saw her. Or, he really was good in hiding his feelings, whatever feelings he has for her.

Well she was sweet, and I'd wish somehow we met her better. And in me, it felt like it was already granted. What can I do? We were strangers, and I am not in a position to speak much.

'For whom are those flowers for?' She asked kindly.

Evan answered for me, 'It's for his girl, and she can't accept it.'

'Oh well, how sad can that be?"

'It's all worth it' I said, with a big smile.

'Maybe you can try leaving it at her house' Evan suggested.

'I'll do that the next time.'

While they went on with their talk, my eyes wondered around her place. This was definitely home. We all share common features on our houses: stacked books, magazines, cd's. One thing I don't have is a comfortable bed. I wish I could lie down in her bed. I can already feel it.

Time wore on for them, at least for Evan. But for me, it endlessly dragged on, and it is also time to go home. I went out after Evan. Before the door closed, I gave her a discreet smile. And she, she gave me a raised eyebrow. Then she smiled.

We were well on our way home when Evan asked me where the flowers were.

'I left it at her flat. Maybe she's a deserving random stranger.' I smiled. I took his advice.