We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 5: Waiting

The place that he brought me to (It might be more accurate to say that he forced me to) was a shopping mall near the campus. Even though it's so-so, it's convenient and closest. When my friends and I met up on the weekend, we usually came here, it's perfect if you don't have any better choices. But before this, we had already been to MBK Center, walked around there, and then he changed his mind and came here. No matter where he and I went, we always became the target for people to rest their eyes on. To be accurate, it was Phum who was the one who received more attention. As for me, I was just a blurred image, a transparent background for him. But I've gotten used to it. Walking with Tan's group, the situation isn't much different, just don't draw much attention like this. Most importantly, my friends seem to like the attention they receive. They handle it well. They don't feel uncomfortable at all, which is different from Phum, who doesn't care about his surroundings and how much attention he gets. He still kept a straight face as usual.

I really envy people who live their lives with confidence and aren't nervous about the eyes of other people.

Phum took me walking around the mall for more than ten times because he didn't know what to eat. So we walked around until my legs ached. In the end, he ended up at the first restaurant we passed. I quickly called back all the animal that almost slipped out from my mouth to their proper places*. The one he chose was an Italian restaurant that I walked past very often when walking around this mall. But I had never entered it because it's too luxurious. I was afraid I couldn't speak Thai clearly when I eat there. Haha, just kidding. It's not that fancy. I just don't really like Italian food. Just listening to the name makes me feel bad. From what I've ever eaten, food from this ethnic group doesn't seem to suit my tongue. So not any chance that I order pizza, pasta, lasagna, and spaghetti almost every week, haha.

* The phrase implies an effort to refrain from uttering offensive language or curses involving animal-related terms that were on the brink of being spoken, such as "(ไอ้)ควาย" (ai kwai Buffalo!), "(ปาก)หมา" (dog-mouthed ), "(ไอ้)เหี้ย" (ai hia monitor lizard) etc.

"Hello, how many people will be dining today?" The hostess greeted us politely and smiled sweetly with ten out of ten service.

"Two krap."

Oh, God bless my ears! I heard Phum say "krap". With other people, he seems to have good manners. With me, it's as if he's possessed. But seriously, I was quite surprised that he even bought me food. I didn't understand what he was thinking. And I was sick of trying to understand the thinking system of people like him. But does the servant have the right to eat at the table with the master? Who's in the role of a servant? It's me.   

"Please come inside." The beautiful older sister walked us to a table inside and handed us a menu, with her eyes ever leaving Phum's face. Phi, eat him, then I'll be free. "I'll be here to take your order in a moment." But she was professional enough. After saying that, she walked back to the front as usual.

So I began to observe the surroundings. The restaurant's interior was adorned with elegant black and gold marble. Enormous flowers of orchids bloomed all over the place. Every time I walked past this restaurant, I wondered whether those flowers are real or artificial. If they are real, why do they look artificial? But if they are artificial, I think they look even more realistic than real flowers. Then I lost interest in orchids and started paying attention to the customers. There were only a few tables taken, one table of foreigners, the other three were probably Thai. They were chatting as the soft music played in the background. The song is probably in Italian, if I guess right, or maybe French, or German? Damn it! I couldn't tell them apart. They're all similar. But since it's an Italian restaurant, technically it should be an Italian song, right? Professor Corrado Feroci, please don't strangle your disciple. I'm sorry. I'm stupid. Even my idol's native language I can't tell. I'm evil. I'm ungrateful. I deserve to die.