Table for Two

It’s Thursday night. Feeling giddy. Time to breathe some fresh air.

Headed to the metro. I can’t imagine life here without a metro. It’s like my magic carpet...takes me to different places. It was crowded but found a seat beside the window --- my favorite because I get a glimpse of the city views. It’s weekend and my mind had automatically hibernated.

Stepped out of Burjuman station. It was quite humid. My legs were racing to reach the mall before I get sweaty. The air condition was in full blast. Refreshing. Glanced at my mini mirror to check if my lippie was still on. My Revlon Color Stay never failed me. Then, I went straight to the resto I’d been goggling for days after. The waiter cheerfully welcomed me, “Good evening Madam, table for two?” I reluctantly nodded. He led me to a quiet spot for two at the corner. It would have been romantic I thought. Scanned the menu and pointed to what I wanted to try. After a few browses on instagram my order came. I fished for my camera inside my bag. Click click click! Another selfie photo that's for my eyes only.

Savored my delicious chicken adobo and lumpiang shanghai while shaking my head to the rhythm of the music. I didn’t notice the time passed by. I smiled as I stared at the empty chair in front of me.

Oh! It's good to have quality time with me, myself, and I.

Table for two was actually just for one.