August 14, 2019
In the car they're quiet, afraid to start a conversation that they'll either hate or enjoy. There's no in-between. He navigates EDSA like he's studying for an exam. Focused, alone, decisive. She listens to music on her phone, headphones full blast. They're both avoiding the first move, when in the past they fought for the chance to be the first. First to make a move, first to express love, first to buy the better gift. She has Waze on, her eyes fixed on the ETA, the clock counting down. Hurry up. Slow down. She can't decide how to feel.