Chapter 8: Kurt, Joyce, and Klei

I really know that voice and I am sure who is he. I diverted my eyes to him and I am right. It was really Kurt.

“Kurt, hijo,” Mr. Martinez said.

He takes the sit in my front. And now, I can clearly see him.

He intently stared at me and I cannot take that so I avoided his eyes.

I can feel the redness of my face now. Why I am feeling those butterflies again just because of him staring at me.

“Are you alright, Joyce?” Daddy asked, he noticed how red I am now. Maybe he is thinking that I am not feeling well.

I smiled at him. “I am, Daddy,” I answered. I cannot say the truth to him.

He smiled back at me and go back in talking to Mr. Martinez.

“By the way, Joyce, this is Kurt Martinez. Son of Gregorio,” he said after a while.

I nodded at him. I know him too well, Daddy. If you just know.

“Kurt, this is Joyce Clara Casupanan.”

“I already know her, Pa,” Kurt said. My dad and his dad gave a curious look at him. “I think she's the one,” he continued.

His dad laughed because of that.