Chapter 12: You're too good to be true

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"Just leave Sarawat."

"I am going to take it as a yes then." I couldn't see Sarawat's face but I knew he was smiling, standing outside my door — and I couldn't help but smile too.

Tine's POV

I woke up the next morning, still yesterday's same old clothes. I had decided to not change my clothes late night because I was afraid, I might forget what happened at night — I was afraid I might take the whole night as a dream.

But it wasn't a dream after all. I had actually kissed Sarawat right outside my door and now I know, Sarawat will never let it die down. As I got up from my bed, I stared at my phone from a distance, loathing to even look at it. I already knew my phone would be full of messages from Sarawat, probably talking about last night and taking a dig at me — but I wasn't yet ready to look at it.

So, I got up, finally changed my clothes, and made some coffee for myself. When I felt coherent enough to face Sarawat's messages, I picked up my phone and opened the phone screen.

But to my surprise — There was not a single text or call from Sarawat. Not even an emoji.

"What the hell?"

I tapped my phone, checked for signal, restarted it completely, but sure enough, everything was working. Sarawat had actually not sent me any message, at all.

I sighed and put my phone down on the table with a loud bang. "You know what? I don't even care."

The rest of the Saturday was spent lazing around the house and trying to find a way to avoid looking at my phone, although that was very difficult. It was in the evening when my phone finally buzzed and when I finally ran to check it, I realized it was just a message from my bank.

"Ugh. I don't want a credit card and I am hungry."

I threw my phone away on the sofa, picked up my car keys and wallet, and decided to go out to get some food.

But just as I took the elevator and reached the lobby downstairs and I ran into a woman, who looked almost my mom's age, carrying big boxes of food — exactly like the boxes my mom usually brought with her whenever she came to Bangkok. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at her, and I couldn't help but notice that she looked lost. And she obviously was carrying way too many boxes than she could handle.

"Hello, Hi! Do you need any help?" I finally approached her and she smiled back at me.

"Oh hello. Actually..umm. My son just moved here and I don't know how to reach his apartment. My driver was supposed to take me but I sent him to buy some more stuff and my phone's battery died. Could I borrow yours?"

"Is that so? I am sorry but I left my phone at the house. If you can tell me his apartment number, I can probably take you there."

"Really? Can you? I think it's 2110."

"Oh, that's just a floor below mine. We can take this elevator behind and it should take us right to your son's apartment."

"Thank you so much." She started picking up the food box, but I took it from here instead.

"It's okay. I can pick it up. Let's go." I smiled and picked up all of the food boxes, which were definitely heavier than I thought they would.

"You are such a nice young man. My son's almost your age, but he doesn't have half of your manners." She said as we got into the elevator.

I laughed. "I am sure he just still likes pretending to be a spoiled brat around you. I become a lazy bum too whenever I go visit my mom."

"Does she live far?"

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