"Metawin, don't do this to me. Let me explain.
"Explain what? Explain to me how much you enjoyed toying with my emotions because you knew that no matter what you do, I'd stay? Explain to me how much you found these events amusing while I kept all th...
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•WIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN•
"I'm actually eyeing for a little bit of rustic since I find those aesthetically appealing and my partner thinks the same. But I also want a little bit of modern touch with it nong. And I want the whole place to be adorned with flowers, and lots of 'em," Gun indulges while he continues to flip through the albums.
"Is rustic too much of a cliché for a wedding set-up nong Win? I feel like everyone prefers that kind of theme. Uhm...do you have anything to suggest nong since you're much better than I am," Gun inquires.
"Khun Gun, do you want Americano?" I inquire and he nods while I look at Bright and decides to just make the usual for him.
Once in front of my little piece of heaven, I start off by grinding the beans with my small grinder and when done, places the portafilter on the espresso machine. Presses the button with the number two, for two shots until it starts pouring the espresso on the small cups. And another portafilter with one spout for the third shot in a different cup.
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Once done, pours the same on the mugs that I prepared, added some milk to two cups and one cube of sugar for each while adding hot water on one. I grab a tray and place the cups, sugars, and milk on it before walking back towards the table where they are seated. Bright then stands up and helps me with the tray making me want to just throw the whole damn thing to his face, but I restrain myself.
He's a client, get a hold of yourself, Metawin.
"Let me help you teerak," Bright says making me drop my jaw on the ground.
Did he just call me teerak just now? What? What the hell is wrong with him?
I am already mentally frustrated with those words alone — because you don't just call someone like that, especially not your damn wedding coordinator. And Bright knowing that my brain short-circuited with what he said, takes the tray away from me with ease and slightly brushes his fingers with mine making me look up to meet his stoic expression.
Of course, that was unintentional. What did I expect?
"Uhm...I also love anything that has something to do with nature, and true that it makes everything so ethereal and you feel one with Mother Nature. But I'm more of a vintage-kind of person khun but your choice is also a good one — and there's no such thing as a cliché. Remember that it's your wedding, and do whatever you want with it as long as it makes you happy and satisfied. Besides, you are not holding a ceremony to impress your guests' khun. Wedding is an intimate moment for you and your...partner."
