Moon Trap (English Translation)

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co-translator : Imuzen08

Café

“That's Tham's friend. Right? I see him here every day.”

The person who was taking off his apron froze. P’ May nodded pointing to the man who had moved to sit in the store, still carrying the sketchbook in his hands.

“Well, he's not like a friend,” the barista explained; superficially adding, “He only comes every day to the café and then we talk a little bit.”

“So handsome. I also want to sit down and look at the store at lunchtime.”

The barista laughed at the fanciful expression of the shop owner.

“P’ May, since you're already here, I'll leave okay. I'll be back tomorrow,” the barista explained.

“Oh yes. Tomorrow you don't come.”

“Huh? Ah... yes, yes,” the barista recalled.

He will take the holiday he has postponed since the beginning of the month. I had forgotten it.

Tham took off his apron and walked over to the person who was still interested in the ten thousand li flower in the notebook. From this high angle, the fragrant flower can be seen as a black and white photograph. It's like a real thing.

“Hey...”

“Oh. Have you finished your work yet?”

“Yes.”

“Let's go.”

“I'm going to go home. You can go back now.”

The artist raised his hand and gently rubbed his cheek, but since he had been drawing before, his hands had been stained by the charcoal, and in the instant black spots appeared on the white surface.

“You are in a mess,” said the barista smiling at his stained face, while taking a tissue from the table to clean it.

“Oh, it’s normal. Thank you.”

The pale hand froze when he met the artist's piercing eyes overflowing with tenderness. On the spot, the long legs moved back a step.

“Then I'll leave.”

“And the pizza?” he asked Chocolate in disbelief.

“Is it today?”

“Can't you?”

The voice, his expression, Chocolate's eyes; they conveyed their expectations.

“Where are you going to do it?”

“In my house.”

“You and I are not so close,” the barista replied, as only people who were close visited like that.

“Usually, friends visit each other. It's normal.”

“I've never been to any of my friends' houses.”

Tham sighed and frowned slightly because it was normal to “die” if I had to go to a birthday party, some work activity or even to do group work at a friend's house. Even though he was the youngest in the class, but because of the other party's saddened and expectant eyes, Tham decided not to talk about that topic. So, he just put his brain to think about how to improve the atmosphere.