Sunny Side Up (FayeYoko)

Yoko Apasra Lertprasert is barely holding it together.

A once-bright Thai-Chinese designer now nursing the slow bruise of creative burnout, she spends her days freelancing, flinching at family texts, and caffeinating her way through Bangkok's chaos. She's a little lost. A little lonely. And a little too good at pretending she's fine.

Her ex-girlfriend, Faye Peraya Malisorn, is the opposite-composed, meticulous, emotionally allergic. A woman of quiet routines and sharper silences. The kind of person who folds her laundry as if she's smoothing out grief.

They haven't been together in a year. But thanks to joint custody of Sunny, their absurdly dramatic rescue dog with abandonment issues and a taste for durian, their lives remain stubbornly entangled. Every awkward Sunday exchange at the park, every bag of shared dog treats, every almost-accidental eye contact is a reminder of what they had-and what neither of them has figured out how to let go.

Then fate, or perhaps Sunny's chaotic energy, throws them into an unexpected work collaboration. What begins as a professional inconvenience soon cracks open the carefully constructed distance between them. Old playlists resurface. So do old wounds. Alongside mango sticky rice, missed taxis, karaoke detours, and one truly terrible pet salon accident-Yoko and Faye are forced to ask the question they've both been dodging:
Was the end really the end?