At Paseo bus she reads Edgar Calabia Samar's Walong Diwata ng Pag-ibig. Zuccheri paper bag with Lactasoy carton and a fan, black leather handbag, silver wristwatch, shades concealing her eyes. Not sure if she's still reading, though she flips a page every now and then, unfazed even if inertia sets the book off her hands, at times it shows the first page, dated with name and time that she first read it, her face smooth, elfin, androgynous, a nice tuft of short hair, a pointed chin, earphones plugged in, her polo the same shade of powder blue with mine, hers only with less creases.