IN THE MATTER OF MONTHS

13. A Disaster In Progress

Tine hurriedly left the villa trying to not attract any attention. He pushed his dark sunglasses on the top of his head while he checked his phone, wallet, and his key card. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with light-colored summer pants. It was 10 in the morning and his day off, the team was mostly sleeping the hot morning away. But Tine was busy sneaking out without getting noticed because he did not want to get into a series of questions answers marathon, his Team even though otherwise cool, was filled with nosy people. They had no sense of personal boundaries when it came to each other, the head of the herd being Luke Plowden. The man could ask you anything never regarding your privacy, And though it usually did not bother Tine too much today it did. After the kiss last night Sarawat had put on his best puppy dog face and pleaded Tine to spend the day with him, Tine had refused initially but Sarawat could be a little pest if he wanted to be, he nagged at him all the way back to the hotel, and Tine had agreed even so just to shut him up. He did not understand how their roles had reversed this much? It often used to be Tine who forced Sarawat to go on random outdoor strolling, carefully never naming these outings as dates, after the first one, ofcourse. Sarawat always grumbled but agreed when Tine pouted.

He let out a chuckle remembering the happier days, when nothing really bothered him. He was happy, with a perfect family, some wonderful friends, and drunk on love. In those days the most Stress he felt was the stress of college assignments and what to get for dinner. He remembered he used to enjoy his practical assignments in Bangkok University so much. when he had transferred to NYU in his final year it had been such a different experience. things were a little more serious, a little more practical. In BU he had learned to have fun with the camera, to understand the essence of cinematography, his professor's usually sat with them explaining the effect of different colours on different situations during filming. In NYU he had learnt to take his job a little more seriously, the assignments were tougher. The teachers were stricter. perhaps because the best filming houses counted on NYU for fresh candidates.

 And whereas he was majoring in cinematography, Fong had chosen broadcast journalism, now successfully working as the head editor In Thailand news.

he found his way to the entrance of the guest house finding Sarawat already waiting for him, he wore a short similar to him with black pants and similar dark glasses seated on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a God, leaning on the black sedan, a serious look on his face while he scrolled his phone. Tine breathed in.

"Hi" he greeted nervously, hands trembling just a little bit.

Sarawat stared at him like he did not expect him.

"I.. Tine I realised that I don't have your number" Sarawat replied, lips thinning in a grim line.

Sarawat Stared at the boy who had starred in his dreams last night, he had been oozing with excitement from the moment Tine agreed to go out with him, He had Wanted to bring him to Phuket for a very long time, Since he was 21, and now that Sarawat finally had a day with him without out his snarky remarks And sullen mood he wanted to make good use of it. Hence, he was out at the entrance ready to take him to eat the best prawns at his favourite restaurant. Tine is a foodie, and food was the only bait that worked with him. But then when he was ready to contact him he realised that he did not have Tine's contact number anymore. and the reality of how much time had passed between them crashed on him. They have been apart for four years now, things have changed and the implication of this fact hurt him too much.

" you can always ask for it again"

Sarawat again stared dumbfounded. it was so easy, just like Tine had said, he just had to take a step.