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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Chawarin spoke with blubbering lips as he glared at Zee who sandwiched his cheeks, "Do you think I'm someone who would lie to you?"
Zee raised a brow as he removed his palms from Chawarin's face, "Yes."
Chawarin rolled his eyes and Zee pulled him out of the restroom stall. Zee glanced at Chawarin and saw that he was staring at their fingers that were entangled. He smirked and gave their hands a squeeze before letting go as the golden lights of the bar dimmed over their skin. They walked back to the corner, back to the dark dingy table that they were just trying to escape from moments ago.
Chawarin pulled at the hem of Zee's shirt, "Wait, why are you going back?"
Zee raised his brow and just continued walking. They arrived at the table and Zee saw that the loud and drunk crowd had dispersed. He rolled his eyes as he glanced at the table, seeing the Pink Moon still sitting there with smudged lip imprints. And beside the glass was a white napkin. Zee picked up the Pink Moon and brought it to his face. Swirling it, he smiled at Chawarin who picked up the napkin and was observing it.
"Let's go," Zee said as he faced the bar, locking eyes with Mark who was surprised to see him. He looked back at Chawarin who had his hand in his pocket and his teeth peeked out as he widened his grin, "Let's see if we can get any answers."
Chawarin followed behind Zee as the latter approached his friend. He raised the glass and slammed it on the counter. Mark jumped back and scowled.
"You know how expensive these glasses are!" Mark pulled the glass to him.
Zee chuckled and leaned into him, "Hey, tell me the recipe."
"What?" Mark reeled away, "Why? What for?"
"I'll need to know about any special ingredients and the specifics of each element."
Mark stared at Zee blankly. Then he looked past Zee's shoulder, to Chawarin. He sighed and rubbed his head, "I mean, it's not like any of it is a secret." He pulled out a notepad and pulled out a pen from his pocket. Then he began to write the recipe. Zee watched him after pulling Chawarin to his side. He had his arm wrapped around Chawarin's waist and tapped his fingers along his hip bones like he was playing a piano. Zee leaned in and glared at Mark's writing.
"These are all normal ingredients."
Mark scoffed, "What are you on about? Of course they are. What, did you think I added pixie dust?"
Zee rubbed his chin and snatched the recipe after Mark slid it towards him. He read it over and folded it, putting it in his pocket, "Thanks. See you, man." And then he dragged Chawarin off. Zee laughed on the drive home as he imagined Mark's irritated stare as he just stole his friend's secret recipe to his personal concoction. Chawarin asked why he was laughing and why he would need that recipe.
"I want to try something," Zee said as he pulled the blanket over Chawarin's shoulders as they turned, facing each other in bed, "Not today, but later."
