JIEGO
Shiela has always been open and expressive to me. As what she called it, I’m the person she couldn’t afford to lose. She even named me as her best friend. I didn’t accept that title, though. I don’t feel deserving to be anyone’s best friend. Besides, I don’t feel the same towards her. Or maybe that was my own insecurities speaking. I have been deaf to those voices before, but today, it's loud.
“You’re here! What a surprise, huh?”
I was indeed surprised. After that encounter in the cake shop I didn’t think we’d meet shortly again. But here she is, bright and jolly as ever.
Sheila placed the container of chocolate chips cookies on the table. She picked up the wooden title that’s placed on the side of the table with my name and designation on it.
