GOLDEN // BANG CHAN

♡-7

Time flies when you're having fun.

And I had so much fun that night, drinking, laughing, singing, and dancing.

I remained sat on the bar stool for some time until alcohol kicked in and made me loosen up so much that I giggled at his every word and compliment.

"Oh, by the way..." He started, sliding in another Pina colada. That was my second. "I'm Bang Chan. But you can call me Chris."

I nodded and squeezed his larger hand, shouting my name back to his ear. We both laughed at my lame pick-up line and, for a moment, I felt as if he didn't want to let go of my hand.

It was already one in the morning but the party was still going strong.

"I'm finishing up in an hour," he pulled my hand back to say it in my ear. "Can you wait?"

I felt my face growing hotter and my tongue twisting in a knot so I nodded and he smiled back.

Chan let go of my hand and returned to serving drunk customers. I was tipsy but I could still comprehend the happening around me. However, my mind and eyes knew only him.