"May I sit down and drink with you?"
Ploy Napphan asked sweetly.
"I’m not drunk yet."
Her large eyes, slightly blurred under the influence of alcohol, looked up at Ploy Napphan. Although everything seemed a bit hazy, the beauty and charm of the woman in front of her became even more noticeable. The sharpness in her gaze, under the dim, sparkling lights, and her lips, slightly parted in a faint smile, felt like a dream that she longed to reach for.
"Sure, go ahead,"
Fan Jam replied softly. Her delicate hand rose to brush away the strands of hair that fell over her forehead, almost unconsciously. She shifted slightly, making space for her. Let the other person sit down.
Ploy Napphan moved to sit on the chair opposite. She gave Fan Jam a sweet smile before lifting her drink to take a sip.
"Thank you,"
She said.
Their conversation flowed smoothly, amidst the sound of music and people moving around. Ploy Napphan listened attentively to Fan Jam's story, nodding occasionally and giving her an understanding look.
"I was so hurt back then,"
Fan Jam said, her voice trembling as she spoke about a relationship that ended.
"I never thought he would cheat on me and be with someone else."
A tear shimmered in her eye.
"Is it the guy who's been looking at us?"
Ploy Napphan asked, glancing at the young man standing not far away.
Fan Jam followed Ploy Napphan's gaze to Rachachat, her ex, who was staring at her with an unreadable expression. She bit her lip tightly, trying to hold back the storm of emotions inside her, then answered in a voice that tried to sound firm.
"Yes."
Ploy Napphan smiled faintly.
"Don't be sad. Someone as lovely as you will have people wanting to date you again soon,"
She said, trying to comfort her.
"But I don't want to be in a relationship anymore,"
Fan Jam replied in a soft voice.
"Don't close yourself off just yet,"
Ploy Napphan reached out to gently hold Fan Jam's hand.
"Love might hurt us, but it can also bring us happiness."
Fan Jam looked up to meet Ploy Napphan's eyes. The warmth transmitted through their clasped hands made her feel slightly better. She forced a smile.
"Maybe you're right."
While the two were talking, Rachachat approached Fan Jam with a slightly drunken demeanor. He smirked mockingly,
"So after breaking up, my good girl has turned into a drunk? Are you that heartbroken over me?"
Fan Jam clenched her fist, her slender fingers digging into her palm until it hurt.
"No, I'm not heartbroken... I was never heartbroken,"
She replied, trying to suppress her anger, but her trembling eyes couldn't hide the deep-seated pain.
"Not heartbroken, yet still no new boyfriend,"
Rachachat continued to provoke her. He smirked with a victor's grin.
"Stop being so stubborn, my dear. I know you still love me."
