What's Behind The Scenes [FAYEYOKO FANFICTION]

Chapter 15

Faye Malisorn's POV

We arrive at the quaint little Italian café, the cozy ambiance inviting us in. The aroma of freshly ground coffee and the sight of hand-painted walls immediately make me feel at ease.

We order two pieces of tiramisu and find a secluded corner booth to settle into.

Luckily, the café isn't very crowded, and we haven't been recognized thus far. We can enjoy our time together without the usual prying eyes and interruptions. I feel grateful for this moment of privacy.

"You know, I saw that video of you and P'Ize dancing." Yoko says casually, taking a bite of the tiramisu.

She looks up from her plate, watching my reaction.

How on earth did Yoko stumble upon that video? I hadn't even thought about it again after it happened.

"You... saw that video?" I manage to sputter, my cheeks flaring up with embarrassment.

"Yeah, P'Wan showed it to me," she clarifies, a smirk playing on her lips as she sees my stunned reaction. "And you know what I thought when I saw it?"

"What?"

"I thought, 'Wow, she's even more attractive when she's drunk." She says bluntly, her eyes locking onto mine. The smirk on her face is almost impish.

I nearly choke on a mouthful of tiramisu upon hearing her words. My cheeks burn even hotter at her comment, and I'm thankful for the dim lighting of the café that hopefully conceals the redness in my face.

"You've got to be kidding," I protest, blushing furiously at her words.

"I looked like a hot mess in that video! I was so drunk, I could barely stand up straight. You can't possibly think I looked attractive like that."

"Oh, I'm not kidding. You were definitely a hot mess, no doubt. But still, there was just something about you in that state. You were like a completely different person."

"That's because I literally was a different person. That was alcohol-fueled me, not sober-me." I grumbled, still embarrassed but unable to resist a small smile at her words.

Yoko's eyes are filled with curiosity as she asks her next question. "Is that what you're always like when you're drunk? Flirting with girls and dancing like you did in that video?"

I roll my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again.

"No, not usually," I protest, though I know some memories of past drunken nights dance in the back of my mind. "Maybe I do get... a little more sociable when I drink, but I wouldn't say I'm consistently like that video."

Yoko's voice turns a bit playful as she questions, "Then why haven't you danced with me like that?"

I feel heat rise to my cheeks at the implication.

"Because we've never been out drinking together, for starters. And secondly..." I pause, gathering my courage to say the next part.

"Secondly..." I falter for a moment, my heart beating a bit faster as I look into her eyes.

"Secondly, because it's different when it's you."

As Yoko is about to speak, I quickly act, cutting her off by shoving some tiramisu into her mouth, effectively silencing her.

"Enough talk. Let's just enjoy our food. No more discussing embarrassing vidoes or drunk-dancing, alright?"

Yoko chuckles, a soft laugh muffled by the dessert in her mouth. She swallows, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and mischief.