????? Mali Phromwong, a typical middle class girl but with a lot of problems. A girl who liked nature, who liked taking pictures of everything meets a boy who loves to draw. A boy who is definitely thousand times richer then her.
Both having differ...
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After some time, they finally calmed down, sitting together as they munched on the snacks she had brought.
"So... who were you meowing for?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Gorya.
Gorya groaned, slumping against the counter. "Thyme."
She nearly choked on her food. "What?! Thyme?"
Gorya groaned louder. "Yeah... Kaning gave me the idea to ask him on a date."
She stared at her. "You? Asking Thyme out?"
Kaning grinned. "It's a double date! Tesla and I are going, so I told Gorya she should come with him too."
She chuckled, shaking her head. "Thank god I don't have a lover."
Uncle walked over, smirking as he leaned against the counter. "Yeah, yeah, the only single one here and the only one who hasn't had their first kiss yet."
She rolled her eyes, popping a snack into her mouth. "You're also on the same page as me."
Uncle gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Excuse me? I'll have you know I've had plenty of kisses, thank you very much."
Kaning snickered. "Yeah? Name one."
Uncle waved a hand. "A gentleman never kisses and tells."
Gorya chuckled. "More like there's nothing to tell."
She smirked, "Exactly, so you and I are in the same boat, Uncle."
Uncle groaned, throwing his head back. "Ugh! This is why I need a boyfriend. Someone to whisk me away from this life of lonely suffering."
They all burst into laughter, the flower shop filled with the warmth of their playful banter.
Time skip
She walked through the school gates, adjusting the strap of her bag as she blended into the crowd of students. The usual morning chatter filled the air, but she felt oddly detached from it. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the past week-Ren's return, the strange feeling of being watched, and the moment from yesterday when Uncle teased her about being single.
As she made her way to her locker, she overheard whispers-her name mixed in with hushed voices. A few students cast glances her way before quickly looking away. Her grip on her bag tightened. It wasn't the first time people talked about her behind her back, but today, something felt different.
She opened her locker, and a folded note fluttered down. Frowning, she bent down to pick it up. The handwriting was unfamiliar.
