I sit patiently at the cafe wherein I and Rosalita last met – I look down to my phone to see the conversation we had. We planned to meet at 4 PM – but that’s the thing with Rosalita, she’ll either be too early especially for airport flights, or she’ll be super late for appointments.
I chuckled as I sipped down on the mango shake I ordered – this cafe was coincidentally a Filipino authentic cafe, which was why Rosalita was here.
This was why I arrived 30 minutes late, something my mother has also started to adapt back when they arranged to meet.
A few minutes later, the cafe door opened – the jingling of the ornaments sounded as I looked behind. She was smiling cheekily – her wrinkly eyes still looked kind.
“Viro!” She exclaimed as she opened her arms for a hug – I embraced her tightly, her scent the same as ever.
“Sorry about that – old habits die hard...” I laughed along with her as we sat down – she placed her order and I placed a new one for dessert.