I asked them if he was coming. They told me he can't coz he has work. I told them to send him an SMS that I was there and I demanded he show up. Fifteen minutes later, there he was.

I was seated with Skye, Dazed Angel, and friends. Being the eternal feeling-hostess I am, I sporadically transferred from one table to another, chatting with everyone that passed my way.

The band was on their second set and Xaymaca was hopping. He was behind me. We were in the same stance as when Voldemort saw us in Basement. The same one that sent chills down my spine as I felt his chest intermittently rub my back, his face close to my hair, and his hand steadily on my waist.

After the set, Xaymaca morphed into a gas chamber. As before, he asked me to get some O2 outside. I saw Maningning who was a tad too giddy after five bottles. I excused myself from him to say hi to the sis. Then, Maris and the LB brods said goodbye. I threw him a wink meaning I was going to take a few more minutes. He waved OK.

Ten thousand people later, I went back to him but he was nowhere in sight. "We're going", invited Skye. I had to pee so I went back inside, with hopes of finding him to apologize and properly bid goodbye. The Hempress and her men were standing by the bathroom. Chit-chat some more, ganja-giving then I relieved myself.

My business was done and I could no longer stall. I slid in the backseat with a heavy heart. I texted him. He was still at Xaymaca. It was such a small place; why we didn't see each other, I have no idea.

We filled ourselves at Mister Kabab. He said he wanted to follow but they wouldn't let him leave alone. *sigh*

It is times like this that I believe what people say. I ought to be crowned Ms. Congeniality. I unintentionally have to cozy up with everyone at the expense of the guy whose arm is where my hand is nestled on.

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*.* as if! @ 3:58:00 PM • • RBJ