Michael sat down across from me at the Burrito King. He looked tired, like he had just moved his family across the Pacific, only to discover his Filipino degree was useless in Canada. Which was all true.
I silently nodded. We shared a name, but more than a plastic table divided us.
He drank his Jarrito and changed the subject. “Are you married?’ he asked.
“Good. A woman will change twice in her life. Once when she becomes your girlfriend and again when she becomes your wife.”
It was time to go. He got up.