A Cloudy February Friday

"So... do you have any plans on Monday?" I looked down as we walked down the street. At the end of it was the jeepney stop, a good few minutes away. Enough time to talk if he wasn't walking so fast. "Wait up!" I laughed, grabbing his bag and tugging him closer. He grunted, surprised, then laughed too. "Fine, fine." We continued along, passing some parked cars, crossing more corners. "Well?" I nudged. "I have a lot of projects to do," he replied offhandedly. "You do to0," he nudged back, smiling at me. "Yeah, yeah." The stop was getting closer. I brushed against his arm slightly. "Cassie said there's a good movie showing this week." I coughed. "Wanna go? I'll treat you. It'll be fun!" "Cramming won't help you, you know," he smiled again. "I know." I rolled my eyes. "So you want to go?" "I'll take you on that offer some other time, when we're not busy," he chuckled. A jeep was honking, its driver waiting. "Well, here's your stop," I said. "Yeah," he replied. "Have a good Valentine's Day, then." "You too."