Engfa isn't the kind of person you'd call a hopeless romantic. Sure, she's secretly in love with her best friend, but she'd never admit it--let alone make a wish about it, especially not on something as cliché as a wishing star. She'd rather eat molten rock than be caught doing that.
But one fateful, alcohol-fueled night, Engfa finds herself staring at a shooting star through her hazy stupor. Against her better judgment, she figures...why not? It's not like she has anything to lose (except maybe her pride and her hard-earned reputation as the ultimate hater of wishing stars).
So, with slurred words and the unmistakable scent of booze on her breath, she makes a wish.
What would happen if Engfa were a well-known DJ who frequented renowned bars in Bangkok and had a love-at-first-sight scenario?
(This is only a short story)