You told me that we’re like the talus bone. We carry each other’s dead weight and transfer the load of the upper body further down onto the foot. It doesn’t have any muscle attached to it, making it a ‘weird’ bone. And “we’re weird,” you chuckled.
I didn’t think we’d be able to squeeze in a meeting during that busy day. I had my hands full with our design plate and you were buried with readings on human anatomy. But we made time for each other. And for the first time, I felt that my effort to reach out to people finally became reciprocated, just the emotional reinforcement that I needed after an adrenaline-packed day.
But the milk tea was terrible; it tasted vaguely of freshly cut sampaguita leaves lousily stuffed in a sealed plastic cup. There was loud chattering from idle high school students who had nothing better to do than showing off and making a fool out of themselves. And by a slight chance that I remember the details right, it was also raining that afternoon.
Luckily, the great company made up for the horrifying aftertaste of our drink and the uninteresting ambiance of the scene’s setting.