2gether Ep 1 Today

Sarawat’s arm didn’t move from his waist. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“He followed me into the men’s bathroom yesterday,” Tine whispered to his friends, Fong and Ohm, as they huddled over a sticky cafeteria table. “He complimented my hand-washing technique.”

Tine blinked. “That’s it?”

“Within reason,” Tine squeaked.

That’s when they saw him. Sarawat. He sat alone at the edge of the courtyard, earbuds in, a black guitar case leaning against his chair like a silent bodyguard. He was rumored to be cold, unapproachable, and devastatingly handsome. He was also the one person Green seemed to fear. Rumor had it Green had once tried to give Sarawat a rose, and Sarawat had simply looked at it, then at Green, and walked away. 2gether Ep 1

But the way he said it—and the way he didn’t let go—told a different story. And somewhere in Tine’s chest, a guitar string he didn’t know he had began to vibrate.

Sarawat tilted his head. “Anything?” Sarawat’s arm didn’t move from his waist

Sarawat finally lifted his eyes. They were dark, unreadable, and pinned Tine to the spot. “I don’t do favors.”

Sarawat didn’t look up from tightening a string on his guitar. “Who’s asking?” “He complimented my hand-washing technique