Coffee and Cookies

It all started with Joyce's 'good morning'.

Effie and I were both furious that morning (if you look at the image closely, you will see that we were planning to murder some people) and since I planned on going back to Muntinlupa, I asked her plans for that day. Then we learned that Joyce was planning to go back to Muntinlupa that day too. Effie and I owe Joyce a lot because we almost never see her, since she's in Manila and we're in QC. So after some time [and finally convincing Joyce that we all looked wasted and stressed - she doesn't want to be seen by people when she's in that state], we settled that we meet and have a cup of coffee later that afternoon.


I met Effie around 2pm and she took me searching for a good business attire. The searching didn't take long so we had to wait for Joyce for a looong time. Effie suggested that we visit PLMun [to see some people] to kill time wherein I happily agreed.

On the way to PLMun, someone told us that we ask the jeepney driver to drop us where we were at, at the very moment. And so we were dropped, somewhere on the way to the school. Not long after, a bunch of familiar faces appeared. So we got in the car with these familiar faces - Sir Doc, Sir Rico, Harvey, Eunice, Mark, and Dela. We were all headed to Festival Mall.

These familiar faces (except for Sir Rico who got off somewhere on the way to the mall), I guess, were supposed to have their own 'trip'. Effie and I were supposed to catch up with them after meeting Joyce but, I suddenly realized that I don't feel like being in that 'kind' of trip that evening. I don't know but I prefer to have coffee and cookies with Joyce. It's not that because Joyce might get mad. I think coffee, cookies, and chitchat sound so perfect. And that choice, I'm sure I will never regret the next morning.

And so we talked. About us, them, him, her, it, this, that, now, then, and even you. Yes, reader, you.



Walking on my way home, I realized one thing: It was only with them where I feel like I have not missed anything. That...in that one semester, one summer season, and that one particular school year that we were apart, not one thing has changed. In that long gap, there was neither difference nor distance created. It feels like I did not miss anything.