The dim lights and soft music playing in the bar created an atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions. Fan Jam, feeling a mix of vulnerability and determination, walked directly to the table of the woman with a face as serene and unyielding as a sculpture.
“Excuse me… May I sit you?”
Fan Jam asked softly, her voice gentle yet laced with a quiet hope.
Ploy Napphan looked up from her glass of drink, her sharp eyes meeting Fan Jam’s with an unreadable intensity. Her calm demeanor resembled the still surface of water, betraying nothing of the intrigue she felt. Though she was clearly interested in Fan Jam, she didn't show it on her expression and posture remained composed.
Sira, Ploy Napphan’s close friend, quickly sensed the tension in the situation. She nudged her friend gently, urging her to respond to the polite request. But Ploy Napphan remained silent, her composed demeanor unchanging. Taking charge, Sira smiled warmly and answered on her behalf,
“Please, have a seat.”
Sira then excuse to leave.
“I’ll just go check on another table for a moment. Take your time and enjoy the conversation.”
She said, promptly standing up and leaving the two women alone.
The atmosphere at the table fell silent again as Fan Jam sat down. Without a word, she slid one of the alcoholic drinks she had brought with her across the table to Ploy Napphan, a gesture she had never made to anyone before.
But tonight, however, she needed someone to share her feelings with, someone to ease the pain of seeing her ex-lover Rachachat with someone else.
Ploy Napphan raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at the drink that had been placed in front of her. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she looked back into Fan Jam’s eyes.
“You drink such as strong drink? Do you have a high tolerance for alcohol?”
She asked in an calm tone, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
“Not really, I don't usually drink.”
Fan Jam replied softly.
“But… tonight, I just feel like having someone to drink with.”
She averted her gaze briefly, feeling nervous in the presence of this elegant and commanding woman.
“Someone to drink with?”
Ploy Napphan repeated the words under her breath, a mischievous smile appearing on her lips.
“Well then, it's nice to meet you… drinking buddies.”
She took the glass of liquor in her hand, she examined the beautiful liquid inside before lifting it to her lips for a sip. Her sharp eyes remained fixed on Fan Jam, studying her intently as though trying to read her.
“So, my new drinking buddies, is there something on your mind tonight? Something bothering you enough to need someone to drink with?”
Ploy Napphan asked, her voice calm yet probing.
Fan Jam’s big round eyes trembled slightly, and her lips pressed tightly together. She tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, forcing herself to look away from Ploy Napphan. Her gaze shifted to Rachachat, standing not far away. She was still watching him with an expression she couldn’t interpret.
Fan taking a deep breath, fight to steady her swirling emotions. Turning back to Ploy Napphan, she shake her head slightly.
“No… not really. I'm just bored.”
