Chapter 8: Wayo's POV

6 1 0
                                    

I really wanted to pinch myself a couple of times to make sure that I was not dreaming, but was actually having dinner at a restaurant with the person I had loved for many years. P'Pha sits across from me, carefully scanning the menu. As soon as we entered, he immediately attracted the attention of all the women in the restaurant. I could physically feel the boring gazes on me with a silent question about why exactly I was sitting with this handsome guy.

If they think that P'Pha and I are a couple, then good for us, I am for it!

"Have you already decided what you will order?"

Due to the fact that all my thoughts are only about the person sitting opposite me, I haven't even looked at the menu yet, I flinch sharply at the question before opening the menu and looking at the selection. After all, this is the most ordinary Thai restaurant, only with comfortable chairs and air conditioning.

"Um..."

" Decide already."

" I'd like an omelette with pork, fried mixed vegetables and roast with sweet and sour sauce....."

"What kind of food was that? That's for Children. You really are like a young master."

"What will Your Majesty order,then?"

"Tofu soup."

As if he didn't have children's order. This finally convinced me that P'Pha doesn't eat spicy food like I do. He always takes light and simple dishes, consisting of just a couple of ingredients.

While we wait for our order, we remain silent. I don't know what I look like now, but I'm clearly not in the best shape due to terrible fatigue. It's so terrible that I want to burst into tears. Or at least complain. Why didn't he offer to give me a ride another day when I looked better?

"Have you already decided what to perform with?"

It's good that P'Pha starts the conversation first. If I were the first to speak, it would definitely be about "One Piece".

"I Don't know. I don't have any talents."

"It is expected." Pha answers briefly. Yeah, thank you very much...

"But think carefully. You don't know how to do anything at all?"

Let me think... What can I do? As a child, my father took me to various classes so that I could make more friends and get used to society. That was where it all ended. As for skills, I was a loser at everything.

Although there is something....

"I can play the piano. " Suddenly I remember.

"Hmm... Yes, that will do."

"Wait, where should I rehearse? It's unlikely that anyone has a huge piano in their room."

"Do you want me to help you? " P'Pha asks after some silence.

I freeze in a moment and only blink when the waitress brings my order. I raise my head and notice that the girl, without blinking, is looking at P'Pha, who is about to splatter my food with saliva.

"Do you want to help me?" I ask to Confirm P'Pha.

Smart people never help for nothing. P'Pha pulled himself up and looked at me carefully. Don't you dare! Do not look at me so much! What if I melt under your gaze and turn into a puddle?

"If I don't help you, you won't cope with the task."

From the outside it may seem that he offers his help with good intentions, but in fact his words are practically killing me. This idiot is just making fun of me.

🌝🌚Where stories live. Discover now