Wildfire start with a kiss (eng)

Chapter 12

The evening of the charity event had come and Krist kept tugging at his tie until Itthipat had lightly tapped his fingers to finally stop him.

He already felt stressed enough, had he smiled for several photos by now and greeted dozens of people, some of whom had wanted to chat with him briefly.

The usual.

He was really glad that Itthipat had come with him, so he didn't had to push through the crowd by himself.

His friend knew that he did not like such events.

And the whole spectacle was just starting.

"Ai Krist!" He heard someone call and before he knew it, Offs arms were wrapped around him like he was some kind of cuddly pillow.

Krist gasped a little strained over his hug, which didn't want to come to an end.

He finally patted Off on the back to indicate that it was enough already.

Off pushed himself an arm's length away from him and eyed him with one of his typical grins.

"My baby, look how cute he still is, even after all those years." Krist rolled his eyes over Off ditziness.

Since the time they had performed together in SOTUS, he had not stopped calling him his baby, as if he was something like his unofficial business mom.

Then Off's outfit stroked his eyes and he could not help but to shake his head slightly amused. It was not the mustard yellow suit, but an ensemble that stood out by its tropical all-over print.

It was so typical Off.

He was also the only one he knew, who carried such clothing with enough self-assurance at such an occasion. He was like the peacock in a flock of dark designer suits and thus it was not possible to overlook him.

Only the ladies were able to hold a candle to him, when it came down to the blaze of colors.

Off had a lot to talk about, but he felt not bothered by it. It was always very interesting to hear what ridiculous things had happened to him again. Besides, listening to him was a good alternative to get spared of the procedure to hold superficial small talk with other guests.

The evening went on and Off had sought himself a new victim. Krist breathed a sigh of relief for now.

He took one glass with sparkling wine from the tablet of one of the waiters who passed by him and retreated a bit from the hustle and bustle, which he was watching from the sidelines now.

He recognized Khun Anawat, who had probably a little too much of the good alcohol already, from the look of the woman he was talking to and which did not really seem to like his offers. Finally she left him.

Although Krist could not hear it, but the derogatory remark that Khun Anawat uttered quietly, he could read from his lips.

Whereas Itthipat had more than just one delighted lady around him.

Some other gentlemen, had the envy writ large in their faces.

Krist chuckled at the not unusual sight.

A glance at his watch told him that precisely one hour had passed and he sigh a bit tired.

Someone stood next to him and Krist murmured inwardly. He just had no interest in talking to anyone right now, but he did not want to be rude either. So he straightened up and beamed at the lady, who introduced herself as a journalist for one of the more well-known fashion magazines, charmingly.