Kim's P.O.V:
I walked into the cafe and Porchay waved me over.
"Do you like chocolate?" He asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
He shrugged.
"I do" I said.
"So you'll like the chocolate chip ice cream I ordered" He said.
After some time the waiter arrived and gave us the ice cream.
"Are you having fun in your job?" I asked.
"Yeah...Aside from some rude customers I guess it's pretty fine" He said.
Then ate some chocolate ice cream.
I started eating my ice cream too.
"This is so awkward" He said chuckling.
"We can go somewhere else" I said.
"That's not the point P'Kim...I meant we're not talking at all" He said.
I sighed heavily and facepalmed.
"Fine then...Why don't you start talking?" I asked.
"Ummm...Ok...So...I turned nineteen three weeks ago...I'm originally from Bangkok my parents are both dead...My brother is my only family and caregiver...He tends to be overprotective sometimes...I want to be a singer like my mother was and my father was a journalist turned guitarist" Porchay said.
I nodded.
"It's your turn P'Kim" He said.
"I'm not sure what to say here...My father died four years ago...My mother is an actress...She remarried...I have two older brothers...We're not close to our mother since she moved with her husband to the states but we usually meet for annual family pictures...I'm more close to my brothers then to my mother" I said.
"That's good" He said chuckling.
I sighed heavily.
"What's the point of this?" I asked.
"Nothing it's just a friendly talk...For example I really like chocolates and I can't eat spicy food" He said shrugging.
"So childish" I said.
"Like someone who has an obsession with pineapples?" He asked.
"Pineapples are good" I said.
He chuckled.
I raised an eyebrow then cleared my throat before stuffing my mouth with some ice cream.
After some time I was done with eating my ice cream and got up to leave.
I put on some money on the table.
"Thanks for the ice cream" I said.
He stood up after putting the money on the table too.
"Ummm...P'Kim wait" He said.
