As everyone laughs and talks, Lamon leans in closer to you, effortlessly drawing you into his stories. His jokes make you smile, and TimeThai, sitting across the table, watches with a tight jaw, his usual playful demeanor dimming slightly. The others in the group don’t seem to notice, too caught up in their own conversations, but TimeThai can’t ignore the way Lamon is looking at you—or how you don’t seem to mind.

“Hey,” TimeThai suddenly speaks up, leaning forward with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Remember that time at the amusement park? You almost bailed on the roller coaster last minute. I had to hold your hand the whole ride.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at the memory, while Lamon grins. “That sounds fun! Maybe we should all go again,” he says, nudging you lightly. “Or maybe just the two of us.”

TimeThai’s expression shifts for a split second before he recovers, flashing that easygoing smile. “Or we could all go, and I’ll show you my favorite spots after. Way better than just another amusement park trip,” he says, voice casual but laced with something else—something that makes Lamon smirk knowingly.

The others finally tune in, teasingly ‘ooh-ing’ at the tension, while you sit between them, feeling the weight of TimeThai’s gaze.