Falling For You

Chapter 2: Lingering Tensions

The night at EmeraldX had finally drawn to a close, but the aftereffects of the evening still lingered in the air like the scent of perfume. The pulsing music that had filled the bar with energy and life was now nothing more than a distant thrum, fading as the crowd slowly dispersed into the cool night. The swirling lights that had danced across the walls like neon fireflies dimmed, leaving only the soft glow of streetlamps to guide the stragglers as they wandered out into the quiet streets of Bangkok.

Orm felt a pleasant buzz humming through her veins, the remnants of the drinks she'd consumed taking the edge off her usually sharp senses. Her mind was hazy, the world around her softened like a dream as she laughed at something Gap had said. The crisp air outside was a welcome contrast to the warmth and noise of the bar, cooling her flushed skin as she stepped onto the pavement. The night felt calm, almost serene, but there was a tension in the air—something unspoken, waiting to surface.

Gap, ever the protector, threw a casual arm over Orm's shoulder as they walked toward the street. His wide smile was infectious, his carefree attitude always putting her at ease. His eyes sparkled with the remnants of the night's excitement, but there was also a note of concern as he glanced at her, clearly noting her slightly wobbly steps.

"You good? You seem like you've had a bit too much fun tonight," Gap teased, his tone playful but lined with genuine care.

Orm chuckled softly, though her voice was a little slurred, and waved him off. "I'm fine. Just a little dizzy, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

Gap didn't look entirely convinced, his eyes flicking toward the parking lot. "Alright, but let me drive you home. I don't want you tripping over yourself in those heels. Or worse, passing out on the sidewalk."

Before Orm could respond, a familiar figure stepped into the light, her presence commanding attention without effort. Ling. Her movements were smooth and composed, as if she were gliding rather than walking. Ling's gaze was focused, her voice calm yet firm as she interjected.

"Gap," Ling's tone was so assured it left little room for argument. "It's late, and you've had your share of drinks, too. You should rest. I'll take Orm home."

The suggestion hung in the air, and for a moment, Gap seemed caught off guard. He hesitated, clearly torn between his instinct to take care of Orm and the undeniable truth of Ling's words. He had, after all, indulged in his own share of alcohol throughout the night.

"I don't mind—" Gap began, but Ling, ever the one in control, smiled that charming, disarming smile that could make anyone bend to her will.

"Seriously, it's fine," she insisted, her gaze locking onto his, her confidence radiating. "I haven't had anything to drink, and I'm heading that way anyway. You should get some rest."

Gap looked between them for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. But Ling was nothing if not persuasive. He finally sighed, his shoulders relaxing as he gave in.

"Alright, but drive safe," he said, his tone filled with mild defeat. He shifted his focus back to Orm, his expression softening. "Text me when you're home."

Orm, feeling the slight weight of the evening's drinks, offered a lazy salute, her lips curving into a small, crooked smile. "Sure thing, Gap. Thanks."

Gap smiled and waved, walking toward his car, leaving Orm standing there with Ling.

The silence that followed was thick, almost palpable. Orm's heart seemed to thud louder in her chest as she watched Ling move toward her car, the headlights flashing briefly as she unlocked it. Ling opened the passenger door with an effortless motion, gesturing for Orm to slide inside. Orm was still a bit unsteady, the buzz from the alcohol making her limbs feel heavy, and as she reached for the door, her heel caught on the curb.