9:36 p.m.
I looked up to see the stars. The sky in the city was so dark that I could only see a few stars here and there. The second day of the sports day passed by so-so. The results were announced: the 12 o'clock group didn't win any awards.
Peach lost. Phi Som called me to help return the set of stars and moons that I rented from the shop. In the evening, Phi Phim called me to help fry chives to sell.
There are so many activities for nothing, but they are all boring.
.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Why are you sitting here?"
Turning to the sound, Peach just knocked on the already open rooftop door out of politeness. A tall figure in a white t-shirt and casual shorts walked over and sat on the old bench next to me.
"Look at the stars?"
"I saw it was open."
"Oh... we also heard the tower manager complain that the satellite dish repairman forgot to lock it and even took the key back with him. He will find a new key tomorrow."
"Um"
"So you're looking at the stars?"
His sharp face was full of smiles. He asked with a good mood, which was different from my calmness.
"There's nothing else to see, you see,"
He smiled in acknowledgement, lowering his head and slowly glancing.
"You're so cute."
So cute?
"How?"
"I don't know. The name sounds cheerful, like the girl I've always imagined."
"The first one, you mean stupid, right?"
"No! No! No! No!"
He quickly denied with a flustered expression. It looked so funny that I laughed. Instead of saying no, his tone and eyes softened when he looked at me.
"You can laugh now..."
"Your face is funny."
"I was the first ones to make you laugh after hearing about Phi Jeans, right?"
"..."
I pretended to be indifferent and ignored him to look at the stars in the sky again, causing him to have an awkward expression.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought this up."
"Never mind. We're just about to go back to our room."
"Luk Nai?"
I turned to look at the deep voice calling my name. His expression was serious but also nervous. Peach avoided my gaze, lowered his head, and pursed his lips in an attempt to restrain himself. But then he couldn't hold back any longer. His sharp face lifted up and he spoke in an emphatic voice.
"You know how I feel about you,"
I gave him a small smile.
"I know."
"The thing about me liking you!?"
"Ah...um."
"Really!"
He was really too excited about it. The owner of the voice tried to calm himself down. It seemed like he had never confessed his love to a woman before. The strange thing was that his appearance was too good not to have.
