TT.
5:40 PM.
Oh God! I need to bear an hour and 40 minutes of inconsequential lecture on theories and techniques with Adobe Photoshop that we barely use, plus I need to endure more than one and a half hours of monotonous valium-like tone of Montillano.
My Tuesdays are always fucking GREAT.
The only good thing happening every Tuesday is my TT Sessions with Migo. (Tea Time Sessions, you pervs!) It’s our way of debriefing from stress, to talk, to relax, and to laugh.
I cannot wait for the clock to strikes at 7. I packed and fixed my things 15 minutes ago to ensure I will be leaving on time.
I am eager to see Migo, I guess, after all, he is my catharsis.
“Hey man! Wattup?” I greeted him with a slap on his back.
Like the typical Migo who’s either busy contemplating on his term paper, creating a design, editing photos, or even writing, he would just nod and raise his right hand.
That’s cool, I am not in hurry, so I visited the counter to order my Fruity Yoghurt and his favorite – Wintermelon Milk Tea with Pudding.
“Thank you! I am impressed, you know my drink, just give me few more minutes and I am almost done.”
I browse some of his works while he packs his things.
“Ready?” He asked.
“For what?” I asked bluntly.
“In my room. Upstairs where we can talk privately without this group of stupid looking gay guys who kept on staring at us”
I didn’t want to argue, without any questions, I just followed.
Right after he closed the door, he hugged me.
“Happy first month, Jigs.” He kissed me softly on the lips.
My face turned just like a tomato, I didn’t know what to say. This is our first month, and this is the first time we entered in this kind of relationship.
He gave me a box full of our Polaroid memories since our “Bestfriend” days. Then a photo caught my eye, a picture of us wearing our same shoes with a note.
“I may not know how to dance this kind of love song, but one thing’s for sure, so long as I am with you, we’ll learn it together.”
I just smiled, kissed him on the lips.
“To our first month!”