Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Tin was sitting on his bed, a book was lying on his lap as he couldn't focus on reading it because a nuisance was disturbing his peaceful room again.
"Stop it," he calmly but firmly said to Carla with his glares.
"Oh, gosh. I think I'm gonna die of too much laughing," Carla replied as she forced herself to stop laughing ferociously.
"It would be an advantage for me if you die," he retorted, then returned his attention to the book he was reading. Of course, it was a business-related book. His brother called him earlier to report about the happenings inside the company. Although it was all fine, he just wanted to read some text to calm his mind because of what happened in Can's house. Can said sorry to him and he doesn't know what to feel about it, that was what he wanted, right? For Can to notice his feelings--not his romantic feelings, not yet-- but now that it happened, it caused turmoil inside his head.
Carla's echoing laugh interrupted his thoughts. She held her phone midair as she placed it in an angle that would allow her to compare the picture on her phone and Tin's face.
"Who would have thought that the mighty Tin Medthanan would look like this? Can never failed to amuse me every day," she exaggeratedly inhaled to stop herself from laughing again. She was pertaining to Tin's picture with those messy drawings and ties in his face and hair that he doesn't know that Can had snapped earlier and sent to this witch.
"Fuck off," he warned her but just like before, she was unmoved by it.
"I should sell this to the paparazzi. Imagine how much I can have out of this silly picture. Those people would swoon over this one." Carla finally brought her phone down with a satisfied sigh and tapped something on it.
He wouldn't have minded her if not for the fact that Carla might sometimes be a devil; she would do everything to entertain herself.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, alerted as he put the book away from him and crawled to where Carla was sitting to snatch her phone.
"No," she replied without looking at him. Her grin grew wider as she continued to tap something on her phone.
"Give me your phone!" he yelled, but Carla quickly stood up from her seat and ran, but she did not head out of his room.
Tin immediately ran to her, snatching her phone away, but it was too late. Carla already sent the photo, not to some reporters but to Pete, which was way worst.
He gave her his deadliest glare as he gritted his teeth, trying hard not to hurt her because she was a woman.
"At least I only sent it to Pete," Carla teased as if she was giving him a great favor and extended her hand, waiting for him to give her phone back.
"You spoiled brat," he murmured. Then, instead of giving her phone back, he threw it hard to the wall.
"Fuck! Why did you break my phone?" Carla faked a gasp as she put on a fake surprised look on her annoying face. But she anticipated the violent reaction from Tin anyway. "No need to worry because I already sent an extra copy of that picture to my cloud storage," she then continued, unbothered by what Tin had done to her phone.
