Watching Thanapon step onto the motorcycle not far away, carrying Sailub through the intersection, Tania, standing at the foot of the wall, bent down and picked up a slender branch from the ground, reaching out to poke the hunched back in front of her.
The man turned his head to look at her, but she remained silent, her large eyes shining faintly in the dim alley, scanning him up and down.
After sizing him up, Tania twirled the branch in her hand, creating a shadow, and then lifted her foot to walk towards the bar.
The man followed behind, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse, “C-Can I come with you to see where you live?”
Tania didn’t look back, quickening her pace.
The man continued to follow, “Have you
eaten?”
Tania stopped her steps, turned to the side, and glanced at him, “No.”
The man’s tone sounded somewhat appeasing, “Let me take you to eat something?”
Tania lifted her chin and gestured towards the street opposite, “Barbecue across the street?”
The man nodded, agreeing twice in a row, “Sure, sure.”
Tania turned around, one hand twirling the tree branch like a circus act, the other hand in her pocket, confidently walking towards the direction of the street.
The cobblestone road was a bit bumpy, so Thanapon slowed down the motorcycle.
“It’s not far ahead,” Sailub spoke from behind him, “Thanapon, park the bike here, let’s walk over.”
Thanapon stopped the bike, one leg supporting him on the ground, waiting for Sailub to get off the back seat before he dismounted and removed his helmet.
After he locked the motorcycle against the wall, Sailub had already walked a distance carrying the guitar.
Thanapon quickened his pace and caught up, taking the guitar from him.
Sailub led him into a courtyard, crossing the yard and heading straight to the main house.
Pushing open the door, a man in a light gray linen shirt was sitting on a wooden chair, fanning himself with a fan and humming a song.
The furnishings in the room were antique, but the music playing from the stereo was completely mismatched rock music – “Lake of Fire” by Nirvana, a song Thanapon quite liked.
Seeing Sailub push the door open, the man turned off the stereo, stood up, and walked towards Sailub. “You’re here, Sai.”
“Antiques paired with rock music, you still have such taste,” Sailub smiled, shaking hands with him. “Uncle Luke, this is Thanapon I mentioned to you before.”
After finishing, he gestured for Thanapon to greet him. “Thanapon, this is Uncle Luke, he likes collecting all kinds of guitars. He knows every luthier in the world. If the problem isn’t too serious, he can fix it himself.”
This time, Thanapon didn’t let Sailub down, and greeted with a “Uncle Luke.”
Sailub took the guitar from Thanapon. “Uncle Luke, take a look at this guitar.”
Uncle Luke looked at the guitar body with his eyes. “Oh, did you fight someone with this guitar?”
“Just a little accident,” Sailub explained for Thanapon.
Uncle Luke put on a pair of glasses from the table. He maintained himself well, with no wrinkles on his face, making it difficult to judge his actual age at a glance.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
