The night dragged on, each passing minute a reminder of Pete's excitement and anxiety about the upcoming meeting. Tossing and turning in bed, he felt a whirlwind of thoughts crowding his mind. No matter how hard he tried to close his eyes, visions of Kinn and Vegas swirled around, preventing him from falling asleep. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he finally drifted off, only to wake up just after 6 a.m., bleary-eyed and tired.
With a groan, Pete swung his legs over the side of the bed, the floor cool against his feet. He trudged to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to shake off the remnants of sleep. The shower was a brief refuge, the warm water soothing his anxious nerves. For a moment, he let the steam envelop him, imagining the meeting going perfectly, but soon enough, doubt crept back in, reminding him how important today was.
Emerging from the bathroom, he faced his wardrobe with determination. He wanted to make a good impression, so he rifled through his clothes, tossing aside shirts and pants that just didn't feel right. After half an hour of searching and creating a chaotic pile on his bed, he plopped down with a frown. "Why is this so hard?" he muttered to himself.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something wrapped neatly in a packet at the back of the cupboard. Curiosity piqued, he reached for it and pulled out a light pink sweater and light blue jeans. A grin spread across his face, and relief washed over him. This was exactly what he needed!
As the clock ticked closer to noon, Pete felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in his stomach. It was only 8 a.m., but he could hardly wait for the afternoon meeting. He quickly texted Porsche to confirm the time and place, his fingers tapping eagerly on the screen. Afterward, he prepared a simple breakfast of toast and fruit, trying to distract himself from the jittery feeling building inside.
Once he finished eating, he set to work sorting through his project materials, laying everything out carefully. He practiced his presentation in his head, mentally preparing for any questions Kinn and Vegas might ask. The clock struck 11 a.m., and Pete felt a rush of nerves as the doorbell rang.
His heart raced as he approached the door, excitement bubbling within him. It was Porsche, and as he opened the door, he couldn't help but smile. "Ready to face the day?" he asked, the weight of his worries momentarily lifting in the presence of his friend.
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From Frost to Flame
RomanceVegas Theerapanyakul is wealthy, powerful, cold as ice, and haunted by a past betrayal that left him wary of love. When Pete Phongsakorn, a hopeful and warm-hearted architecture student, steps into his world, sparks fly-but not the kind that ignites...
