5 minutes… 15 minutes… 30 minutes! He was supposed to be here, at the boba shop, 30 minutes ago yet he’s nowhere in sight. You keep checking your phones for new text or call from him to no avail. The longer you stare at the door, willing him to come, the more fuming you get. The moment you’ve decided that you’ve had enough and get up to leave. He comes rushing in, sweating and panting heavily as if he’s just ran a marathon. He reaches for your hand dolefully.

“ที่รัก (My love)… Don’t be mad…”