You and Bang Chan have been friends for a long time, ever since you met at university. Though you’ve both grown older and more mature, your friendship has remained unbreakable.

Tonight, the two of you sit in the kitchen, sharing deep conversations over alcohol and cigarettes. You complain about your personal life, perhaps more than you should, letting out frustrations and disappointments.

Chan listens intently, a thoughtful expression on his face. As you vent, he flicks the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

“You are my kind of woman,” he says, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something else you can’t quite place.