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We've got a customer. Take care of her.

- Oh Type? - Hello, P' Jeed.

You're still managing the bar even when you're pregnant?

That's right. Can't you see that my customers are young chicks?

If I don't stay alert, P' Khong will definitely go astray.

Won't have it.

Hello.

Hello, please enjoy yourself.

Let me talk to Type for a second.

- Okay. - Go wait inside.

Hey.

- Come sit here! - What's gotten into you?

What's gotten into you?

Does Tharn know you're bringing a boy toy to my bar?

Hey P' Jeed, watch what you're saying.

I know what I'm saying.

Look at him, so good looking.

And the way he looks at you, Type.

It's like he wanna eat you up.

If I had a boy toy, I wouldn't bring him here.

Everyone knows you're on Tharn's side.

Oh poor boy, your feelings are hurt? I'm on both of your sides.

You're a big boy, so don't sulk.

I've been knowing you since you were a wee baby.

And now...

Hey P' Jeed.

How you've grown.

Just kidding.

Okay, I'll believe there's nothing between you guys.

Today, I'll believe you.

You've got to believe me every day, no matter what.

So...

How's my nephew?

He's healthy.

Can I touch?

Type.

I'm your sister.

Why are you crossing the line? You're making me blush.

- P' Khong, where are you? - It's not what you think.

I just wanna touch your belly.

- Oh, you mean the baby? - Yes.

Fine, go ahead.

You scared me. Hey, hold on a sec!

Before you touch my belly, I want a gift for my baby.

I'm not choosy, so I'm fine with either a packet of money or gold.

Okay.

Okay, it's a deal. You can touch now.

- Don't get so antsy, hurry up. - I'm nervous.

How's it? Feel the kick?

- The baby's kicking. - That's right.

Oh, he likes you. Look, he won't stop kicking.

- Look, look. - Cute.

- So is his mother, right? - Cute like his mother.

I'll stop nagging now.

You're close to the owner?

I've come here since freshman year.

Until they moved and expanded the place.

That explains it.

Let's get to the point.

You should drink first. Then we'll talk later.

I'll be honest, I've got a partner.

I know that.

- So stop chasing after... - It's a man, right?

You don't have to answer me.

But I just wanna let you know.

I like men too.

Why are you telling me this?

I just want to let you know.

That I've rarely met people with the same preference.

No, to be accurate.

I've rarely met people with the same preference and kind like you.

I'm not kind.

Of course you are. You're kind-hearted, P' Type.

But won't a kind person like you keep his promoise about taking care of my knee?

But I've quit.

But that doesn't mean you have to cut me out of your life.

At least, can I be your brother?

I don't think so.

Just giving advice is fine too.

Only if it's not often.

Thank you.

Stubborn.

I've heard that a lot.

Actually, I'm pretty jealous of you.

What's there to be jealous of?

To be honest, I've never had a boyfriend.

For people like us, isn't it all about sex?

It's hard to find a boyfriend who truly loves you.

Your boyfriend, has he ever cheated on you?

No.

That's what I thought.

Cheers.

Has Type gone home yet?

He left hours ago. Why?

I can't get hold of him.

He looked tired. Maybe he's sleeping.

Tired?

Mom said it might be because he's been through a lot.

He's just quit his job, you said so yourself.

Thanks. I'll bring you souvenirs when I go back.

Cute when drunk.

Here, my restaurant's new dish.

Got the idea from the place you took me to last time.

Eh? You copy their recipe?

It's called an inspiration.

You said you wanted a dish with edible flowers.

So I came up with this one.

Come to think of it, it's not because of that place.

I think it's because of you.

Because of me?

So I'm gonna name this dish...

...'Khunpol's flowers'.

What do you think?

Not good?

Such a tease.

- Huh, what did you say? - Umm...

Nothing, nothing. I just think... Umm...

You don't think much, do you?

You mean the dish's name?

If No and Type were here, they'd probably say I was brainless.

Hey, I'm not saying you're brainless.

Only you think I'm not brainless.

Right?

Oh, speaking of Type.

I met the kid who hurt his knee today. Remember? The one I told you about.

What's that got to do with this? I was talking about us.

I think that kid likes Type.

That kid? He likes Type?

A crude guy like Type?

It's true.

His eyes, his body language. It's obvious.

Even if you say so, I kinda don't get these things.

Really? Then how about this?

Should we tell Tharn?

Don't, things could go wrong.

Type can handle it, I guess.

Let's just say the dish's name will be 'Khunpol's flower', okay?

Because this dish is for you.

Okay?

Type told me to be frank.

- So I'm going to be frank with you. - Sure.

- Dummy. - What?

- Why do you call me a dummy? - 'Cause you're really are one.

- How am I one? - Isn't it obvious? Dummy.

Don't call me that.

Type.

You okay?

Type.

How the fuck am I okay?

When will you come back?

Type.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Tharn.

Don't leave me again.

Please stay by my side.

- I'm looking for plain wedding rings. - Sure.

I've heard someone around here is sick, so I bought a hot rice porridge for him.

Fiat.

Where are you?

Fiat, answer me.

Can you answer me?

Please, answer me.