We make our way through the empty streets of Ekamai Road (where I live) to Thong Lo Road (where Phun lives). Aren’t we cool? We’re not even wearing any helmets and both of us are still wearing the school uniforms (which dictates that we definitely do not have a driver’s license) but that’s okay, my pa has connections. (Does he, really?) Haha, I’m only kidding. I stop whenever I spot a traffic police officer and their white helmet, which reminds me of a ping pong ball. ^^”
We finally escape jail time and arrive to the intersection between Thong Lo Road and Sukhumvit Road. I decide to stop in front of a rice porridge restaurant. I figure that it probably won’t help my good looks if we were to eat such a big meal when it’s already 10 pm.
“If you wanna eat here then you might as well go to Oishi Buffet.” He complains with a smile when he sees the sign which says “Thong Lor Congee.” I don’t really care since I’m loaded, hahaha. Not really. The thing is, the daughter of the owner is pretty. I come here to eat often since I like looking at her, heh heh.
We eat from our own bowl in silence after we placed the order. I glance at the bastard who said that he wasn’t hungry but somehow ordered a second bowl. This is the very same bastard who complained about the price, yet ordered some more anyway. I chuckle to myself as I watch him eat. He sees me so he kicks my legs from under the table, “what’s so funny?”