The coffee shop was packed, the air buzzing with conversations and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Phuwin pushed open the glass door, his eyes scanning the room for an empty table. It was a rare day off, and he was hoping for a quiet corner where he could sit and relax. His work as a loyal and dedicated employee often left him drained, and this was his chance to unwind.
He stepped up to the counter, eyeing the menu, though his mind was already set on his usual—a simple black coffee. But before he could place his order, a sharp, impatient voice cut through his thoughts.
“Are you planning to just stand there all day, or is this some kind of art exhibit?”
Phuwin turned, his gaze landing on the source of the voice. Standing behind him was Pond, a man who radiated arrogance and charm in equal measure. Pond leaned casually against the counter, his piercing eyes locked onto Phuwin with an expression of pure annoyance.
Phuwin blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
Pond’s lips curled into a smirk, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You heard me. If you’re not going to order, maybe step aside so the rest of us can.”
Phuwin’s chest tightened with irritation. He was used to people being rude, but something about Pond’s tone, the way he spoke as if the world revolved around him, made his blood boil.
“I was about to order,” Phuwin said firmly, refusing to be intimidated.
“Well, you’ve been standing here like you’re lost. Figure it out already,” Pond shot back, his voice calm but cutting.
Phuwin clenched his fists. “You don’t own this coffee shop. Why don’t you mind your own business?”
Pond raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Oh, is that what you call this? Business? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re wasting everyone’s time.”
The barista behind the counter shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to intervene. Meanwhile, the other customers had started to notice the escalating tension. Phuwin’s face burned with embarrassment, but he refused to back down.
“Maybe if you had a little patience, you wouldn’t have to act like a spoiled child,” Phuwin snapped, his voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.
Pond’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, his smirk faltered. “A spoiled child? That’s rich coming from someone who can’t even decide on a coffee order.” He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. “Here’s an idea—why don’t you let the grown-ups handle it?”
Phuwin’s jaw tightened. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the heat of anger rising to his face. He wasn’t usually one to let people get under his skin, but Pond’s dismissive tone and arrogant demeanor were unbearable.
“You think being rude makes you superior?” Phuwin shot back. “It just makes you look pathetic.”
Pond’s smirk returned, colder this time. “Pathetic? Coming from someone like you, that’s almost funny. Tell me, do you always try this hard to sound important, or is it just for me?”
The words stung, and Phuwin’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wanted to yell, to throw the scalding coffee Pond clearly didn’t deserve in his face. But instead, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.
“You know what?” Phuwin said, his voice low but firm. “Enjoy your coffee. Clearly, you need it more than I do.”
He turned sharply, stepping away from the counter and heading toward the door. The humiliation burned in his chest, but he refused to give Pond the satisfaction of seeing him break.
But as he reached the door, he heard Pond’s voice call out again, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Hey, sweetheart, don’t take it so personally. Not everyone’s cut out for a place like this.”
Phuwin froze, his hands tightening on the strap of his bag. He considered turning around, confronting Pond one last time, but he knew it would only make things worse. Instead, he pushed the door open and walked out, the sound of Pond’s mocking laughter following him into the street.
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Outside, Phuwin leaned against the wall of the coffee shop, trying to calm his racing heart. He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, but the anger still simmered just beneath the surface. Who did Pond think he was?
“Unbelievable,” Phuwin muttered under his breath. “I’ve never met someone so arrogant.”
But as much as he tried to brush it off, Pond’s words stuck with him. The way he looked at him, like he was somehow beneath him, like he didn’t matter—it made Phuwin’s blood boil.
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Back inside the coffee shop, Pond watched Phuwin leave with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. There was something about the other man’s stubbornness that intrigued him, though he’d never admit it.
“Cute,” Pond muttered to himself, taking his coffee from the barista and walking to his usual table. He didn’t spare another thought for the man who had stormed out—at least, that’s what he told himself.
But as he sipped his coffee, his mind wandered back to Phuwin’s fiery glare, his sharp retorts. It wasn’t often someone stood up to him like that.
And though he would never admit it, a part of him was already looking forward to their next encounter.
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Not only pond i am also looking forward to their next encounter.
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Mistaken Identity |PondPhuwin
Romance"A mistaken identity at a coffee shop turns Pond, a cold-hearted player, and Phuwin, a fiercely loyal dreamer, into sworn enemies. But as fate forces them together, hatred gives way to unexpected feelings-until family expectations threaten to tear t...
