2gether The Series : Prince Sarawat, The Introvert

Part 2: Petrichor

Petrichor is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry . The word is constructed from , meaning "stone", and , the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

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Tine POV

P'Mod called for me in this morning. I had to go to the office. I understood. It must be a problem. Possibly that Saraleo has reported me to her after what I did to him last night. He broke his promise by himself. Such a big fat jerk, Saraleo.

I rushed to walk to her office. I entered her room clumsily, but it was empty. Then, I dared myself to take a seat. Her office was so neat, it was relly clean. I could see my sweaty face from the table, it was like a mirror. Oh God. For 4000 Baht I will do everything.

I waited for her a moment. I checked my watch, it has been 11 AM. My stomach was crawling.

Be patient. Then, I shook my stomach. I didn't get breakfast for this morning as home was horrible. I will told you later about how terrifying my home is.

"I don't forget about you", I told to my stomach. We just need to skip for a moment, oh my dear stomach. I caressed it for one more time, but seems it couldn't accept my negotiation. It crawled hardly. Then, it felt so warm. Hurt. My gastric acid should be released, a lot.

Shia....

"Are you mocking at me?", that word from my back side startled me. I tuned my head, she was P'Mod.

"No, P"

"Really?"

"For sure not, I just talk to my stomach as it called me hardly", I smiled clumsily.

She looked at me with weird gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"......."

"Something wrong?"

"Nope"

"So?"

"You just looks so fresh with that new looks", I praised her as her presence was so different than the first time we met.

"Don't lure me"

"For sure not, I am not that good at it. I just amaze your presence today"

She opened her cosmetic bag, then looked at small mirror. Then, smiled by herself. She must be flying after heard my praise. That was a lip service I made. Hopefully it will save me. I know that she would mock at me as Saraleo has reported me.

"P'Mod, you called for me in this morning", I asked her slowly. I tried my best not to provoke her anger. "Is it any problem?"

She looked at me with sharp gaze. "What do you think?"

I clenched my teeth. "I am sorry, P"

"Sorry for what?", she turned in to confusing.

"Did Saraleo..... ", ah shit. I misspelling his name in front of her. I will be dead twice. "I mean Did Sarawat reported me?", I corrected my question

She paused. ".........", no word. Just questioned gaze.

"I am really sorry, P"

"He didn't talk to me at all", she told me. "Never"

I turned to confusing state. We were in the same situation. Talking about the same person, but we were confusing at the same time. I took a deep breath. "So, you called me for what?"

"I just want to talk to you"

"Just talk to me?", I pointed my finger to my own face. "So, you will not fire me, right?"