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The next day, I tried my best not to be anxious about the 7PM date. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a date. It actually bordered on blackmail, sure, but I needed answers. I tried to keep my thoughts at bay, but every time I saw Logan online on Y!IM, I had to fight the urge to buzz him. And boy, did I want to buzz him good!

When the clock read 6:45PM, I took my time powdering my nose in the office comfort room. At exactly 7 o'clock in the evening, I was standing in front of Starbucks at The Podium, and my Prince of Persia was nowhere in sight. I was determined to keep my vow not to wait for any man (like I did a thousand times with Matt years ago), so when 7 o'clock came and went, I decided to hail a cab. And then my phone rang.

"Hey, I know you said don't text, but since this is a call, I didn't violate anything, did I?" Logan asked in one breath.

"You're late and I'm leaving," I replied coldly.

"Wait, wait," he said hurriedly. "I'm cutting through St. Francis Square already. I had to pick up something at Megamall and my meeting just ended a few minutes ago. I'll be there in less than five minutes."

He ended the call.

I stood there and contemplated the fact that I just violated my own vow. Great, Veronica, I thought. You never learn, do you? But in less than five minutes, someone tapped my shoulder and there he was, sweaty and out of breath, with two movie tickets in one hand and a single red rose in the other.

"Hi," he breathed. "Will you watch 500 Days of Summer with me?"

As we stood in line at the snack bar, Logan asked if I wanted some popcorn. It was our first movie night and I didn't want him to know yet that I was a popcorn monster. So I simply said, "Popcorn's on me. Iced tea?"

That's another thing about me that Logan knew so well. It's against my independent woman vibe to let a guy pay for everything. Of course, while most guys insist on paying for everything on the first few dates (or the whole stretch of the dating period and/or relationship), I always insist on going Dutch.

It just makes me uncomfortable whenever a guy pays for everything. I feel like I'm giving him leverage and reasons to say yes to him eventually, because he's already spent so much on me. It's a personal thing, and when I explained this to Logan on one of the few times we talked on the phone, he said one of the most amazing things:

"You're the first girl who ever told me that. Most girls don't believe in Dutch treat, you know."

"Well," I sighed. "Like I said, I'm not like most girls."

And he never argued with me ever since.

My first movie date with Logan felt so easy, like the first time he held my hand. Of course, I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't like the movie after we saw it. Not after all the trouble I put him through.

It was almost 11 o'clock when we walked from The Podium and back to his office, where he left his laptop. We were walking toward the open parking lot in Mega B when a Nissan Grand Livina stopped right in the middle of the road. The windows rolled down and the guys inside the car shouted Logan's surname in unison.

"You're dating Cosmo girl!" Paoti, the guy I interviewed months ago, said.

"Oo nga!" Pong, the other guy I interviewed, added. "Kaya pala lagi kang nawawala ah!"

And the rest of the guys, all five of them, made shrieking and whooping sounds together.

We were frozen in place. Post-shock, we waved at Logan's friends just as the guard urged the guys to move because they were causing traffic. They drove away laughing. And we laughed, too.

"My ninjutsu failed me," Logan said laughing as we drove to Quezon City. "Yari ako nito sa Monday."

"Hindi ka na ninja!" I teased. "Nahuli ka na e!"

A few blocks away from my house, Logan stopped at Caltex for gas. In a few minutes, I would be getting off the car and I still had not heard the words I wanted to hear. I was getting impatient again.

"Hey, Veronica..." Logan started as we waited at the gasoline station.

"What?"

"There's something I wanted to tell you kanina pa..."

This is it, I thought. Finally! I was bracing myself for a romantic match-made-in-Quezon City when Logan started fidgeting. He flexed his arms, cracked his knuckles, ran his fingers through his curly and unruly hair, cleared his throat, and sighed way too loud.

"What is it?" I asked impatiently. "It's getting late. Take me home..."

"I like you!" he said quickly. Way too quickly.

I had to admit, I was surprised. My eyes and lips twitched for a few seconds before I burst out laughing.

"Sorry..." I managed to say between uproars. "I just couldn't help it..."

"Fine!" Logan sulked, but then he laughed, too.

"You have to admit, it's really funny."

"Yeah, yeah, nothing more romantic than saying it in a gasoline station while stuttering."

"You're worse than Bella Swan!"

And with that, we both realized that we're capable of ruining the most romantic moments. But that's what's good about clicking, I guess. You get to fine-tune your own style as you grow together.

That night, I told Logan that I liked him, too. I also realized that night that it's okay to wait sometimes, as long as it's for someone worth your while.

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