Single dad Arthit has always known Kongpob, a regular at his cafe, as a player. The latter brings in different partners every month and Arthit swears he'll stay away from him for good. However, life seems to have a different plan for him when Puimek...
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Arthit shuts the bathroom door behind him and walks into the kitchen to find Kongpob tinkering around the small area, preparing what seems to be breakfast for himself. Watching the younger man removing a piece of pancake from the pan, he holds back a laugh when the other hisses at the heat that has scalded his fingers.
"Do you need help?" he asks, observing how Kongpob instinctively clips his fingers to his earlobes.
"Oh, you're out," says the mediocre cook with an embarrassed smile. "Would you like some pancakes?"
Arthit stills at the sudden offer being thrown at him. He hasn't expected the younger man to cook for his portion as well, seeing how he's only a house guest after all. It doesn't sit too well with him with how Kongpob is being so generous and attentive to every little thing when it comes to playing host with him. His regular customer doesn't seem to be the type who'd do house chores.
"Don't worry, it's edible," adds Kongpob with a smile when his offer is met with silence.
"I-I didn't mean it that—" stammers Arthit, cheeks turning pink. "I just thought that I should probably be the one cooking since you've been so helpful—" he trails off when the younger man chuckles.
"Well... you can help by setting the table," says Kongpob, and the older man hurries towards the kitchen cabinets where the host has told him about last night, to fish out some expensive-looking utensils for their breakfast. He's holding up the gold plated spoon and forks, admiring the delicate designs and wondering how much they cost when a tiny voice floats in from the direction of the kitchen entrance.
"Papa," calls out Puimek, peeking her head from behind the doorway. Both men whip their heads towards her and she looks from her father to the man beside him that she recognises from the night before. "Umm... good morning."
"Do you feel okay?" Arthit is quick to squat down in front of her, touching her forehead for a temperature check.
Puimek nods slowly, eyes trained on Kongpob who's smiling at her before she shifts back her attention to her father. "Where are we?"
"We're at Uncle Kongpob's house," explains Arthit, straightening his back.
"Good morning, Puimek," says Kongpob, shuffling nearer to the little girl. "Do you remember me?"
Puimek bobs her head at the memory. "Yeah. You're the uncle from last night."
"Would you like to eat something? Yoghurt, pudding or jelly?" offers the younger man, catching the father's disapproving eyes for a moment before he grins at Puimek. "Anything you want, as long as you eat your medicine."
