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I asked once if you dyed your hair
You enthusiastically said yes without asking me Why
You even added information that you went on a vacation
Before I asked, I mustered all courage I can get

Because, we don't know each other

I only know your name because of the tag on your chest
I only know your face because I frequent the place
I'm no stalker — I just like the iced tea
And you happen to be serving plates and coffee

Now your hair is back to dark black
Still with braids on the sides
Still kept all nice
And you still smile at me with your eyes

We're different
You don't know Cinemalaya
You don't know I'm writing about you, right now
But you laughed as I made a joke when you asked,

Can I also already settle your order, Ma'am?

I thought I can stay until ten
I thought I'll take a glimpse of you till then
But as these lines are about to end
There's my takeout bag, you send

And it's not you who asked for my bill today

Quickly wrote this as I was waiting for my order in the café. I thought they're open until 10 pm just like the mall. I felt in a hurry, I felt I was scribbling as I wrote. I had a pause at the There's my takeout bag line as I was rummaging my brain with a word that rhymes with end, though (I thought of send).

This is prolly me if I were to have a crush on the staff. Kinda AU, I guess.