Fong, the pragmatist, scrolled through his phone. “You have two options: fake a terminal illness, or move to another country.”
Sarawat chose that moment to push off the wall and walk over. He didn’t say a word. He just slid an arm around Tine’s waist—firm, casual, like he’d done it a thousand times—and looked at Green.
Sarawat finally lifted his eyes. They were dark, unreadable, and pinned Tine to the spot. “I don’t do favors.”
Tine blinked. “That’s it?”
“You want me to be your fake boyfriend?” Sarawat’s voice was low, almost amused.
Green’s face went pale. He bowed stiffly, whispered “Sorry for the inconvenience,” and practically sprinted toward the library.
The Guitar, the Invitation, and the Unlikely Cure 2gether Ep 1
“I’m Tine. I need… a favor.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just acting.”
Tine’s heart plummeted. “Please. I’ll do anything.” Fong, the pragmatist, scrolled through his phone
“Hey,” Tine said, his voice cracking on the single syllable. “You’re Sarawat, right?”
“That’s the price.” Sarawat picked up his guitar case. “We start tomorrow. Don’t be late.”