Today I left my bag in the bus. Well, it's not really a 'bag' but a maleta. It contained all my dirty clothes, towel, and a pair of shoes. It was my fault though, daydreaming and all.
When I got off the bus, there was a roasted peanut vendor wanting to get on, but the driver no longer wanted to accept such vendors. So when I got off, the bus immdiately closed its doors and shot off. I panicked a bit, and then decided to call Almira (we left Bataan together). I pulled my phone and saw she was calling me already. In the end she took home my heavy maleta, along with her other luggages. It was really shameful haha. But thank God for her. I want to treat her next week as thanks.
Anyway, I had lunch at Tokyo-tokyo in SM North. It was jam-packed with people. There was only one seat left for me, and more people were flooding in. The only working counter had a long line of customers (around 5-7 people I think), so the manager (I don't know what to call her, but she had a different uniform: collared, buttoned near-black shirt with a very faint brown color. She wore no black hat. There were 2 of them who wore that uniform) - so the manager opened another counter and kindly (emphasize that, kindly) assisted me. She had a soft voice but spoke firmly and decidedly, with a hint of tiredness, and perhaps sadness. She looked at the order screen routinely with her finely cut, gem-like eyes under her long eyelashes, while swiftly pressing the menu buttons with her pointing finger. Her chin was not less beautifully sculpted as that of Galateia's. She had large lips that fit perfectly her tall, graceful stature.
She had a mark on her face. A dark patch of skin on her left cheek that makes her all the more unique. But beyond that she was kind. I asked where to get a spoon and fork but she offered to get them. Oh, and she served the extra rice too. She was a 'manager' with a serving spirit. Serving spirits will always be beautiful in my eyes.
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