Language is an Art || Tul Pakorn AU
A straight platonic take on Tul Pakorn. A story that my mind made instead of sleeping.
Hannah is a traveler who has found her joy in moving consistently to any country she wishes to go. Unconventional, but she loved every bit of it. Other than her native tongue, English was something she was the strongest in and it helped her when entering a new country. She loved languages and was able to learn enough conversational vocabulary to work and live for a few months before moving to the next. How she is able to just pick up her things and move to the next you might ask? She finds those jobs made for people like her, who offer room and board in exchange for labor. These jobs had consisted of in-house care takers, a cleaning lady, a dish washer, a delivery person, a bartender, barista, any entry job you can think of.
Right now, Hannah was in the heart of Bangkok, Thailand, staying in a stockroom that had a cot for her to sleep. Some may say it was not worth it, but what if you get to wake up and go to sleep seeing a penthouse worthy view of the city? Working at the high-end, rooftop as a server had its perks.
What should have been an average working day for her, Hannah ended up being in charge of taking Tul's order and ended up switching between languages as they chatted. Events unfold and truths are revealed. Just who are Hannah and Tul?
[Reminder that this is fiction. Events are not real and details can be inaccurate as well as unrealistic. It's the shortest and quickest story I have finished -unedited.]
WARNING: includes character death
