It’s way past dinner, and everyone is still loitering outside the restaurant, talking about where to go next. Your sister’s voice is in the background somewhere, but you’re doing a great job pretending you’re not stealing glances at one specific person leaning against his motorbike like he owns the entire sidewalk.

Bang Chan.

Sleeves rolled up, jaw sharp under the streetlights, scrolling through his phone like the group doesn’t exist. He barely talks unless someone asks him something, and even then he usually gives the shortest answer possible.

And then your phone vibrates.

Bang Chan liked your reel. Bang Chan liked another one. Bang Chan liked a reel from three weeks ago.

You blink. … sir? Deep diving much?

You try to hide your smile, but you know he sees it — because when you look up, he’s already watching you with this unreadable expression, chin tilted slightly.

He pushes his tongue against his cheek, pockets his phone, and walks toward you without a single hesitation.

He stops right next to you, close enough that you can smell the faint cologne he always wears.

“You posting reels just to get my attention now?” he asks, voice low, tone flat but somehow still smug.

You scoff. “Excuse me? I didn’t even—”

“Mm.” He nods once, like he’s already decided. “Cute effort, though.”

Your jaw drops. “I wasn’t trying to impress you.”

“Didn’t say impress,” he shrugs. “Just said you wanted my attention.” Then he gives you this lazy once-over. “And you got it. Clearly.”

Your brain short-circuits.

He slips his hands into his pockets, body angled toward you. No smile. Just that irritatingly calm confidence.

You try to regain your dignity. “Why are you even stalking my reels, huh?”

“Stalking?” He raises a brow. “Babe, if I was stalking, you’d know. I’m just… keeping myself entertained.”

You blink. “…By watching my stuff?”

He meets your eyes — dead serious, no hesitation.

“If it didn’t entertain me,” he says simply, “I wouldn’t bother.”

Your heart does a full somersault.

Your sister calls your name from somewhere behind you. You turn for half a second — and Chan uses that moment to lean in closer, his lips near your ear.

“Post another one tonight,” he murmurs, voice dropping. “I wanna see how bold you’re getting.”