Days passed and me and Reagan are always spending time together and mostly spends our time in the library.

It's like this has been our meeting place without us knowing.

Until someone asked me a question.

"Hey, Shai. What's the real score between you and freak?" One of our classmates named Rose asked.

That question caught everyone's attention.

I adjusted my eyeglasses before answering her question.

"We're friends. We are good friends."
I said but they just look at me not convinced.

Thankfully, Mr. Toribio, arrived.

All throughout the lecture, I can feel someone's eyes boring into mine.

I casually took some notes and turned my head sideways to check who it was.

Our eyes met and my eyes widened when Mr. Toribio called my attention.

"Miss Suarez? What is there behind you that makes you uneasy?" Mr. Toribio asked.

It was the whole class turn to look at me.

I blushed and answered bravely.
"My shoulder was just aching, Sir. I was just stretching awhile ago. "

"Stretching? While looking at your back turned? Interesting." Mr. Toribio remarked which made the class laughed.

From my peripheral vision, I could see Reagan's eyes sparkled with amusement.

He even smirked at me and rested his back comfortably at the classroom wall.

Being taller than teens his age, he was assigned to sit at the back.

Yes. We are in college but we still have this seat plan.

"Anyway, can we move on from Miss Suarez' stretching?" Mr. Toribio repeated and the class nodded while some are still giggling.

"Good friends huh." Trina whispered beside me. "You almost broke your neck back there."

"Shut up, best." I hissed and tried to stay put.

Once the class was done, all of us stood up and eagerly went to the cafeteria.

I already fixed my bag when I felt warm hand held me.

I raised my eyes and met his.

"I'll just borrow Shai. We'll see you girls later on our next class." Those were Reagan's words to my friends before he dragged me away.

"Hey! Hey hey!" I complained pulling my hand from his grasp.

He let go and stared at me.

"Where are you taking me? Why were you suddenly dragging me? Can't you just tell me first." I commented and massage my hands.

Reagan sighed and transferred his book to his right hand.

"We're just going to eat."

"It's on the other side."

"Outside. We're not eating here." He said then held my wrist as we went out of the building.

"Okay! Okay! Let go! Just lead the way!" I exclaimed and adjusted my eyeglasses for the nth time today.

I was about to hug my books to my chest when he got it from my hold.

"Just let me carry these." He said and we continued walking at the open grounds.

Outside the building were a sea of students either just relaxing alone or with friends or sleeping on the grass or students finding comfort by reading and engrossing oneself into their own little world.

Finally, we stopped at a carinderia and Reagan started to sit.

I sat beside him and fixed my hair in a ponytail.

"Oh, son! You brought someone! What would you like to eat?" Said the woman in her motherly nature.

Reagan started opening the casseroles and ordered tinolang manok and two cups of rice.

He asked for my order and I said mine.

I have long been craving for ginataang tilapia and a cold drink in stressful days like this.

My mother used to make me one when she was still alive.

I suddenly missed her presence.

Soon, we were digging in and enjoying our lunch.

Despite its small size, the carinderia has lots of customers.

It was almost full.

"I always eat here whenever I miss mom's dishes. My mom and dad got divorced when I was around ten years old."
Reagan started talking while eating his food.

"Ah. I see." I said politely. I continued my food and even asked for an extra rice.

"I thought you don't eat in this kind of place." Reagan commented and looked at me.

He smiled and my heart stopped beating.

He was intricately handsome!

I blinked and drank on my cold drink abruptly.

"How much was our food, mom?" He asked and gave his payment to the woman.

"Thanks son." The woman smiled at us and winked at me "Take care of your girlfriend, okay."

Reagan didn't bother to correct her and chuckled.

He turned to me and said.

"Let's go and have some ice cream."