Of Escalators

I arrived ahead

Caffe americano for me

You were late for a few minutes

Gave me a hug and a buss on the cheek

Carrot muffin and chocolate chip macadamia cookie both without cream

We didn't want to get fat

Brewed coffee for you

It was as if we never stopped

There were some empty spaces 

When I could have interjected but no

My courage failed me

The rapport was there still

We talked about everything and anything

Clumsy me I spilled my coffee twice

And twice you attempted to close the lid 

RL Blue shirt with rubber shoes for you

I was in lavender

I stared at your face. You looked thinner.

You said I looked pretty. Right.

We then moved out and the escalator was not working

We talked about the China incident

You took me to the Marketplace

I was thinking he just wants to show me

But you wanted to eat and so we got a frankfurter and a cheesy hungarian sausage

The pepper was to sharp

You finished yours quickly

Your mom called and you talked in your language

I knew it was time to go

We proceeded to the car 

You told the Ayala agent you only can afford DMCI and I laughed

We saw the escalator shaft and thought  of what happened in China, similar to a meat grinder

You regaled me with your mother's experience in Harrison Plaza when you were very young. 

We got into the car. It was really clean inside.

There was no traffic. I wish there was.

We bade our goodbyes.

You hugged me and gave me a buss. 

And my water bottle! 

I texted you after. With a statement as to how I felt.

You did not ghost me. You said you had a great time. And you loved the donuts. 

For now, we can be friends. 

But I definitely want more.