Behind his dimpled smile and sugary eyes lies a past of hardships. Zee lives aimlessly, hopping from job to job, unable to keep stable employment. But when he is invited to take a position at the prestigious Haven Hotel, Zee's life changes from a le...
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He continued to rub his Adam's apple raw with his thumb as he looked in the mirror for an answer.
“What're you doing?” Chawarin asked as he peeked over to the passenger seat, his hands steady on the steering wheel.
Zee groaned, “It's itchy, but it's not itchy at the same time. Am I getting sick?” He wrapped his palm over his throat and cleared his throat, but there was no phlegm or scratchiness crawling from his esophagus. Yet, he couldn't get the feeling like something was on his neck out of his mind. And he was oddly determined to be rid of that itchiness. To scratch it off. He dug his nails into his skin and picked at his throat.
“What are you doing?” Chawarin asked again, “Stop that.”
Zee continued rubbing at his red skin. Suddenly, Chawarin reached out with his left hand and clenched Zee's arm. He glanced at Zee and scowled when his eyes landed on Zee’s mole on his neck that was now darkening under the redness. His eyes narrowed at the red skin, almost like he was looking at a prized jewel.
“Watch the road,” Zee said gently.
Chawarin slowly let go of Zee's arm and looked forward, “Stop doing that.”
“Why?” Zee was confused, “I can't even scratch myself?”
“You're going to start bleeding if you scratch any harder,” Chawarin clicked his tongue.
“Why are you so worried about me scratching myself?”
There was a moment of silence before Chawarin answered, “Who are we?”
Zee was perplexed. He pointed to himself and to Chawarin, “Subordinate and boss.”
“No.”
Zee thought harder as he pointed to himself and Chawarin again, “Zee and Khun Chawarin.”
Chawarin sighed and went quiet. He quickly parked the car in the parking ramp of Haven Hotel and opened his door. He adjusted his suit blazer as Zee slowly inched out from the car, trying to not scratch it on his way out. As soon as Zee was out, Chawarin locked the doors and walked off. Alone, Zee exclaimed.
"W-wait!" Zee reached his arm out, "Don't we need to stick together?"
"No," Chawarin paused. His eyes wandered from his neck then away from Zee, "Just tell people, if they ask, that we are partners. That should be good enough."
“There's that word again.”
“Do you have a problem with it?” Chawarin snapped, “It's important to use that word if someone asks you weird questions today.”
