Music To My Ears | 2gether Short Stories

Love, Your Anti-Fan - Chapter 04

From : Tine (chicboy@email.com)
To : Sarawat Guntithanon (sarawow@email.com)
Date : 2 Oct 2021, 11:58 PM

Dear Sorrywat,

I'm perfectly and completely fine, in addition to being great, awesome, splendid, excellent and wonderful.

I really don't know what you're apologizing for. You and I seem to have very different recollections of how the day went.

Let me recap for us both the events from earlier today. I'm attaching a photo of us to go along with my narration.

Settle down comfortably, because this is going to be a long one -

You arrived promptly at 8 a.m, to be met, as promised, by a stylishly dressed, handsome young man, namely moi.

You then proceeded to give me beautiful and mildly fragrant lilies. Very chic, just like me. (I still don't know how you know they're my favourite flowers.)

While I recovered from my surprise and was happily sniffing the lilies, you leaned across and strapped me into the rather comfortable seat of your Ferrari.

(I did forget to breathe for a few seconds because you were suddenly very close and breathing the same air as me).

You then drove us a short way outside the city to an absolutely lovely and extremely high-end resort-spa nestled amidst the greenest of rice fields by the river.

It had a suitably pretentious name (Immantra - what does that even mean? Is that like the opposite of mantra?)

While I tried desperately to blend into the delicate fern and bamboo aesthetics to drive attention away from the more tattered parts of my ripped jeans, you booked us both a spa treatment.

Can I just say my new goal in life is to find an artistic hobby and convert it into a money-spinning profession just like you've done?

I want more of these spa sessions in my life without having to sell my kidney to pay for them.

After an hour of basically becoming putty in the expert hands of Mai the Masseuse and moulded into a fresher, better Teepakorn, I found myself sitting on a comfortable armchair in an open balcony, in utter bliss and sipping aromatic green tea that you poured for us.

Wasn't the view amazing? The cool, green stalks of rice that swayed in the gentle breeze, the sparkling blue waters of the river not too far away, the soft cooing of songbirds. (And you)

I feel like we talked about almost everything of note that has happened in our lives from the time we were born.

Remember how surprised we were when we discovered that we both went to the same soccer camp, but in different years? Coach Green was pretty unforgettable.

Eventually, we strolled to the in-house organic food bistro for what you called "the first course of our all-day meal".

I never thought I would enjoy eating veggies. I've gone through life with the firm belief that unless kale is made out of bacon, I'll pass.

But the salad I had at Good & True was easily among the best foods I've ever eaten.

Maybe it's not the what but the who that makes the difference sometimes.

The "who" in this case being Chef Earn. She's so young but has such a refined, matured pallette.

And she thought I was cute. Obviously she has great taste.

I'm not sure why you had to deliberately stand between her and me to take an unflattering selfie when I explicitly gave you the camera to take a photo of just Earn and I.