The CEO and Intern

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Top-Arthit (age 35)

Bottom -Kong (age22)

Bright-earth I hope this meets your expectations 

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Arthit tapped his foot against the pavement pissed off. He was able to pull off to the side of the road out of traffic. He was looking at his most recent inconvenience of the morning. This whole day started off wrong. His phone didn't charge last night, causing him to miss his alarm. His hot water was out, so he showered in cold water. His driver called saying his daughter was in labor, so he had to drive himself to work, and now he had a flat tire. He had a very important meeting at seven a.m. with America and he was going to be late. He was still miles away from work and it would take him to long to get there by foot. Nor does he have any small bills to get on a bus. He couldn't call anyone to pick him up. He had managed to get his phone to charge ten percent, and he couldn't risk dying on him. He had half a mind to throw it into oncoming traffic anyways.

A loud honk brought him out of his thoughts making him looking around. A young man pulled up in front of him on a bike. The young man had on a what appeared to be a short sleeve blue polo shirt, with black slacks and matching shoes. He had a helmet on but no visor giving Arthit a clear view of his chocolate brown eyes. His skin was tan, and Arthit wasn't sure if it was due to him riding a bike or just his natural skin color. The young man couldn't have been more than twenty year's old.

"Do you need help khun?" the man asked. Arthit was taken aback by the smooth velvet voice of the man. His voice was soft, calm, somehow relaxing Arthit as he felt his body loose some of its tension. Arthit just stared at him unblinking. "Khun?" The man said snapping his fingers in front of Arthit face.

"What? Oh yes, I got a flat tie. Do you have a phone I can use to call a mechanic?" Arthit asked.

The young man smiled wide showing Arthit his pearly whites teeth. "I can help you with that khun!" He took his helmet off lowering the kickstand of his bike. "Did you check the back for a spare tire?" He asked. Arthit looked the man up and down. He had chocolate brown hair to match his chocolate brown eyes. When the young man just looked at him Arthit mentally shook his head.

"The car comes with a spire tire?" Arthit asked back, sounding stupid. He was thirty-seven years old and knew nothing about cars. He had always had a driver, and it wasn't something he ever need to worry about. The young man laughed while still smiling, making Arthit smile back a little.

"Most do yes. No worries though, can you pop the trunk so I can look?" Arthit looked at the younger man who laughed again holding his hand out. "It's okay...where are the keys?"

"I'm sorry," Arthit said handing the keys the young man. "I normally have a driver, but his daughter is in labor and couldn't make it. I should have called I car services, but my phone didn't charge last night, so I decided to drive myself. I had no hot water, I couldn't eat since I was running late, I have a seven-a.m. meeting that I'm going to be late too because of this. It's been one hell of a morning." He told the younger as he ran his hands though his hair. Arthit wasn't even sure why he was telling the younger this, other than he made him feel calm. He watched the younger man walk to the back of the car, before a pop sound was heard. He watched as the young man bent down into the truck rampaging around.

"That definitely sounds like a rough morning Khun Chai. No matter how late your morning was though, you should always make time for breakfast." The young man pulled out a few different things, before pulling out the spare tire. He pulled out a wet wipe from his back pocket, cleaning his hands then pulling out his wallet. "Here since your morning was so bad I will treat you to breakfast" he said smiling at Arthit again. "there is a café right there..."He nodded be them. "that makes the best pastries and has the best drinks for cheap. While I fix your tire you can get something to eat."

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