Tall, Dark and Peasant

🧃 “Okay fine. He’s hot. But I have standards, okay? Like… aircon levels, not jungle ops.”

Okay wait lang.

Bakit ganon?

Bakit maintenance staff lang siya pero naka-cargo pants na mukhang pinatahi sa military camp ng mga Greek gods?

Bakit ang tahimik niya pero everytime he looks at me, parang may background music na suspense… with konting landi?

And bakit ang ganda ng cheekbones niya, besh?! Walang business ang maintenance guy na ganon ka-pogi. May HR ba dito?

I swear I’m not into him.

I mean… duh. I’m just bored. Grocery exile does things to your brain.

Also, he’s probably dating some scuba diving tita.

Also, he caught me hugging a plushie croissant in the stockroom while crying over my trust fund.

So no. This is NOT attraction. This is just… weather. Or hormones. Or low blood sugar.

Totally. Not. Into. Him.

But… why does he look at me like he knows I’m more than just a spoiled brat?

🧠 “Focus on the mission. Not on her hair. Or her laugh. Or the way she talks to herself like she’s the main character in a K-drama.”

She’s infuriating.

Babaeng naka-designer scrunchie sa grocery shift? Check.

Pabebe pero mataray? Check.

Nagreklamo dahil walang sparkling water sa vending machine? Check.

But she’s also… weirdly endearing.

She hums while scanning items. She gave a stray cat a name AND an Instagram page.

And yesterday, she tried to feng shui the staff locker room.

I shouldn’t be watching her.

I'm trained to blend in. To follow orders. To disappear.

But for some reason…

My eyes keep finding her.

Even when I shouldn’t.

Even when I know—

She can’t find out who I really am.

Because the moment she does… she won’t just break my cover. She’ll break me.