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"Look, Milk, I can't always help you clean up your mess," Namtan said, steering her bike through the busy streets. Milk, her best friend, clung to the back seat, rambling on about her love life.
"Namtan, what am I supposed to do? She's the CEO's daughter, and I'm just an employee at the office," Milk whined, her voice tinged with frustration.
Namtan groaned, glancing at her friend through the rearview mirror. "Why don't you just tell Love directly that you like her? Honestly, Milk, it’s not that complicated."
Milk huffed, crossing her arms. "You know it's not that simple."
They soon arrived at Namtan’s apartment. Milk hopped off the bike and bolted inside, heading straight for the fridge in search of a drink. Namtan laughed, shaking her head at Milk’s innocent yet hopeless nature. Her friend had somehow fallen head over heels for Love, the daughter of the company’s CEO.
The twist? Milk had been secretly exchanging letters with Love for months. What Love didn’t know was that Milk was secret admirer. She knew just knew Milk—the loyal and hardworking employee she had always admired.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Namtan raised an eyebrow at Milk, who was now gulping down a soda. "So, what do you want me to do? She’s your girl. How am I supposed to help?"
Milk let out a childish whine. "Come on, Namtan! Who else would I ask for advice? Back in college, you could charm any girl you wanted. You’re the best advisor I’ve got!"
Namtan smirked, shaking her head at her helpless friend. "Alright, alright. Let’s figure this out. But, Milk, you owe me one for this."
Namtan instructed Milk carefully, “First, you need to impress Love. Be close to her, gentle, and kind. But most importantly, Milk be honest. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”
Milk nodded eagerly, absorbing every word. "I’ll do whatever it takes to win her heart," she replied, determination shining in her eyes.
The next morning, after dropping Milk off at the office, Namtan headed back to her usual routine at the car showroom where she worked. The morning traffic was heavy, and Namtan found herself idly watching the bustling streets. Suddenly, a petite figure running toward her caught her attention. The girl had a camera in her hands and was rushing frantically.
Before Namtan could process what was happening, the girl hopped onto the back of her bike just as the traffic light turned green. “Drive! Fast!” the girl demanded, her voice urgent.
Namtan, startled but intrigued, nodded and sped off, her thoughts clouded by the stranger’s sudden presence. The girl clung tightly to Namtan’s waist, urging her to go even faster.
“Miss, where exactly are we going? We can’t just keep driving in a straight line,” Namtan asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and amusement.
The girl glanced behind them one last time before letting out a sigh of relief. “My office is just up ahead. Stop there.”
Namtan pulled up in front of a towering building. The girl hopped off, brushing herself off as she turned to face Namtan.
“Thank you,” the girl said, flashing a bright smile. She turned to leave, but Namtan called after her, smirking.
“Don’t beautiful girls usually tell their names before they leave?”
The girl paused, her laughter soft but captivating. “If you want to know my name, why don’t you find out?” she teased, throwing a playful glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the building.
Namtan was left sitting on her bike, stunned. For the first time, someone hadn’t fallen for her usual charm. And she couldn’t help but smile.
Namtan stared up at the towering building before her, instantly recognizing it as one of the most prominent press companies in the city. This wasn’t just any newsroom; the journalists here were renowned for their sharp skills and unwavering dedication to their work.
Without wasting a moment, Namtan parked her bike and strode into the building, her curiosity driving her forward. She approached the front desk, where a young man sat flipping through some papers.
“Hey, hi,” Namtan began, her tone slightly rushed but confident. “Did you see a pretty woman come in just now? She’s got this adorable smile, with dimples that could stop traffic. Tiny nose, stunning smile. She was wearing a white top and blue jeans and had a camera around her neck.”
The boy froze, blinking in disbelief at the level of detail Namtan provided. It wasn’t just her words,it was the way she described the woman, like every little thing about her mattered. After a moment of stunned silence, the boy asked cautiously, “Are you talking about P’Film?”
Namtan’s eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, her! Film, is that her name?” She repeated the name softly to herself, savoring it. Film Rachanun, she thought. Miss Beautiful is as beautiful as her name.
The boy smiled faintly, surprised by the strange but endearing scene, as Namtan thanked him quickly.
As much as Namtan wanted to stay and learn more, she glanced at her watch and realized she was already late for work. With a sigh, she turned and made her way back to her bike. But as she started the engine, she made a silent promise to herself: I’ll come back for you, Miss Beautiful Reporter.
Namtan was busy explaining the features of a new car to some buyers when her phone buzzed with a message from Milk. She quickly texted back, Wait a minute, I’m busy.
Thirty minutes later, Namtan’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Milk running into the showroom. Milk was completely out of breath, but there was a determined look on her face. Namtan excused herself from the buyers, quickly asking a colleague to cover for her, and rushed over to Milk.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Namtan asked, guiding Milk toward the stairs.
Without saying a word, Milk threw her arms around Namtan in a dramatic hug, her face buried in Namtan’s shirt. Namtan’s sleeve quickly became damp with Milk’s tears.
“What happened?” Namtan asked, patting Milk’s back gently.
Between sobs, Milk blurted out, “Love announced in the meeting that I will be working under her! That I’ll be helping with her meetings and paperwork!”
Namtan blinked, completely confused. “What’s so bad about that? You’ll get to spend more time with her now, right?”
Milk sniffled, her nose scrunching in distress. “I can’t breathe when she’s around! I get goosebumps, and I start stammering! I...I’m going to die!”
Namtan burst out laughing at how hopelessly romantic Milk sounded. “You’re ridiculous. You’ll be fine, Milk. Just be honest with her!”
Milk looked at Namtan with wide eyes. “Honest? But I can’t even talk to her without turning into a mess!”
Still chuckling, Namtan shook her head. "You’re hopeless, but I love you for it."
Later that evening, Milk sat on the couch, absentmindedly tossing a tiny basketball in the air while watching TV. Meanwhile, Namtan was lost in thoughts, her mind somewhere far away.
Milk glanced over, noticing how distant Namtan seemed. "Hey, what’s going on with you? You look... lost."
Namtan snapped out of her trance, her face flushing a deep shade of pink.
Milk’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re blushing? The great Namtan, the chocolate girl of the whole college, is blushing? How did this happen? Who is this girl?”
Namtan’s eyes glinted with determination as she thought about Film. She hesitated for a moment before responding, “Someone I met today.”
Milk’s smirk deepened. “Be careful, Namtan. You might get lost in the ocean.”
Namtan mumbled to herself, her voice barely a whisper but filled with longing. “I’m ready to deep dive and drown in her.”
Milk’s grin widened as she leaned back against the couch. "Well, looks like someone’s already hooked."