Mail and Gadgets

Chapter Seventeen - Kong's 101 on how to survive a failed date

Hi readers,
Here's the next chapter.
I'm sorry it took a while.
Dedicated to everyone :-)
Dedicated to T especially :-)
Enjoy!

'I'd rather regret the things I've done then the things I haven't done'
                                        - Lucille Ball

“So then they set his bail at 500,000. I told them that they must be crazy.” Patricia says in the middle of drinking her morning coffee.

Kongpob was sat opposite, at the small table in the kitchen, with a streaming cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of him. Berkeley was laid at Kong’s feet. Looking up at him with large, brown eyes.

Patricia had been talking on and on about a case she had recently been given as soon as she had woken up. Kong had tried to keep his focus but not getting hardly any sleep, that wasn’t surprising. Lack of sleep also wasn’t good for his mood either. He’d woken up irritable, his thoughts kept on going back to the night before.
He takes another sip of his hot coffee. The nutty taste soothing his nerves a bit but not as much as he would like it to. It’s his own fault anyway. He just couldn’t stop thinking about a certain dark, haired guy with the most largest, brightest eyes and smallest button nose that did the most cutest scrunch up when he was mad. Focus Kong.
 
“They had no real concrete evidence that this guy had done anything and the evidence they do have still won’t prove that he’s the guy that they were looking for”.

There had been a time when he had thought that Patricia’s voice was nice to listen to. He could sit with her and just listen as she talked about her day which would manly consist of complaints about her work, her colleagues and the weather. Letting her go on and on about how some of the prosecution were like a pack of vultures, even unevolved apes or how the judge must be blind. Today, however, because of his lack of sleep, it was just noise and other things were pushing it into the background. The whole of last nights conversation going round and round, through his mind. You could say it had been a disaster from the start.

“I mean, the only real evidence they have is a supposed strand of hair that was found when they did a warranted search of this guys place that so happened to belong to one of the girls,” Patricia was saying, “and that they picked him up not far from the last killing and that’s not real proof, is it?”. 

He couldn’t quite describe how he had felt when he had seen who it was sitting, waiting for him. He’d been shocked, that was for sure. Of finding out that ‘Gadgetboy’ was Arthit. That the guy who he had been writing to for the last couple of months was the guy who has made quite clear how much he didn’t like him. There was another feeling too. Something that wasn’t anything negative but there was a definite something there that made his gut flutter.

The feeling hadn’t gone away either when he had walked away leaving Pete standing on the steps. He had gotten half way down the road before the gut fluttering feeling had made him turn around and go back. Kong had approached the Cafe, finding Pete gone and just the fluttering feeling making his inside want to come outside. Next thing he knows he’s walking through the Cafe doors and approaching the guy, who for months, had been his go to when he needed just someone to talk to.

Kong had actually been more impressed with Arthit’s witty replies and for a guy who claims he’s not good with come backs some had been a real knee jerk, below the belt, kind of reply.
 
*‘You’ve deluded yourself that you’re some sort of benefactor bringing gadgets to the masses......’*

It wasn’t a delusion. Kong had always been quite proud of his families success. Yes, they have had to buy out or out sell certain smaller stores to expand their own but could he really be fully blamed for everything that had happened. It wasn’t like he had personally gone out to destroy the guys business because that’s what it was. It had been business. Nothing more.