Tina showed up at the chicken house. I did not know how she found out about my job. She was wearing the world's shortest shorts; her blouse was hugging her skin so tight you could see the outline of her whole body.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked.

"What do you want?"

"You, obviously."

"Knock it off, Tina. I'm working."

"Is that how you treat your customers around here? I wanna file a complaint."

"Go to hell."

"You're cute when you're angry like that."

"Are we done here?"

"And you're a good kisser too." I felt my cheeks burned.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, just checking you out." I flipped a bird in her face.

"Jesus, Florante. You're so stiff. Loosen up!"

"Piss off?!"

"I came here to warn you about Leroy."

"I can take care of myself, thank you."

"I mean it. He's crazy. Last night he called me. He was drunk and was talking gibberish."

"What did he say?"

"He said he'll hurt you so bad you wish you were dead." She stammered.

"Words of a drunk are words written on water."

"Don't underestimate him. You and I both know what they did to Simon."

"I'm not Simon."

"I know. But please be careful. He can be a little crazy."

"Lucky for you, I'm a big-crazy."

"Just promise me you'll be careful."

"If you don't mind moving out cos people are piling up behind you. We're running a business here."

She looked at the impatient mob behind her, gave them her sweet saccharine smile and went away without so much as a goodbye.