a single order was all
it took for two estranged
souls to get tangled up
together
▬▬▬▬ in which,
yang sian was a university
student trying to balance
between her family and
university, not expecting a
singular delivery order
that started out...
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YANG SIAN MANOEUVRED HER SECOND-HAND purchased motorbike into one of the more easily accessible parking spaces adjacent to the entrance of SIAM ROOTS, killing the engine and feeling the low tremors of its gradual descent to death.
she examined the vicinity to confirm that no other vehicle would make the choice to park in the same place and blocking her path before dismounting from her bike, fisting her keys in her left hand in a fashion that made the blade protrude through the gaps between her knuckles.
just in case.
sian slithered into the restaurant, earning a few stares in her direction, possibly because of the full-face helmet she was wearing. she found it too much of a hassle to take it off for a five minute rendezvous at a thai restaurant. time was crucial to her, the desperation to get home before four in the morning pulsating through her.
she examined the interior of the restaurant in search of an opening directed for the kitchen area, navigating through the multitude of obstacles that manifested in the form of chairs and tables arranged around the space in a confusing pattern and bustling waiting staff clad in dark blue aprons and formal slacks paired with monochromatic blouses and dress shirts, indicating that this was possibly a more formal establishment than sian's usual stops.
the metal door leading into the kitchen felt cool against her left knuckles as she rapped them against the surface. once. twice. thrice before a small gap formed in the metal, a head poking through the space and twisting his neck in a multitude of directions for a few seconds before landing on sian.
her knuckles instinctively tightened against the keys as the chef regarded her with leering eyes she had forced herself to acknowledge as a part of her profession. sian acknowledged it, but acknowledgement and acceptance were two different things to her.
❝anything i can help you with, doll?❞ his words felt sticky on her skin, a layer of soiled honey clinging to her. she inhaled sharply, mentally counting numerals leading to four before replying with a steadiness in her voice that existed in no other part of her.
❝i'm here to pick up an order❞ sian could feel the man's eyes trailing over her form as she recovered her phone from where it was buried in her jacket pocket, unlocking it with deft fingers. she pulled up the receipt she had received from the delivery app, showing it to the chef while maintaining a safe distance from him.
the chef gave her yet another once-over, seemingly contemplative of something before his cracked lips uncoiled into an unpleasant smirk. sian gritted her teeth, her left hand itching to greet the man's twisted face in a more personal manner, but she restrained herself.
❝i'm afraid it would take another thirty minutes or so to be done❞ sticky honey, now seeping into her bloodstream through the pores on her skin. ❝you'll have to wait for a while dear❞ her insides felt uncomfortable, heavy and treacly and so, so sticky. the man's eyes glinted with something that made bees buzz underneath her skin.
