“Got it.” He nods slowly. “You were going to fly.”
“Seph.”
“Wait, you were going to walk.” He checks his watch. “If you start now, you should get there by midnight.”
I groan.
“Teleportation? Should we alert the scientific community that you’ve made this breakthrough?”
“If I admit I’m not going, will that make you stop?”
He finally goes quiet and a moment of silence stretches between us until Seph’s phone lights up with a call from Auntie Baby.
“You should really get going,” I tell him.
“What about you?”
“I’ll probably reflect on how I can achieve teleportation.”
Seph still watches me closely.
“I’ll hang with you then.”
Before I can argue, he checks my mug and carries it to the sink for a refill. “You want coffee? I made some this morning.”
I say yes, then wait a moment to check. “You’re not staying because of me, right?”
“Of course not,” Seph replies with a scoff.
“Because I’m totally fine on my own.”
“I know.” He pours coffee into two mugs and sets them down on the table. The mug he got for himself also hasMy heart is yoursprinted on it.
“Does every mug you own have your catchphrase?”
“Ilagan.” His face lights up. “Did you watch my movie?”
“First of all, it’s notyourmovie—”
“But you watched it.”
“And you only had one scene.”
“But you watched it,” he repeats again.
His grin is so freaking huge that I have to sip my coffee to stop myself from secondhand smiling too.
“Moseph?” I say after a beat.
His eyebrows raise in response.
“Thanks.” I lift the mug. “For th-the coffee.”
And for keeping me company.
“Hopefully, this earns me more of Auntie Beth’s siopaos.”
“Meh.” I purse my lips. “Don’t think you earned it yet.”
