Chapter 5
The small bell above the door jingled as Ling and Orm stepped into the cozy haven of Café Haven. The warm scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, offering a stark contrast to the chaotic and bustling energy of the school hallways they’d just left behind. Here, the air was calm, each aroma blending seamlessly to create an inviting tranquility. The faint murmur of conversations and the soft clatter of mugs felt worlds away from the loud chatter and hurried footsteps of their classmates.
For Orm, it was as if the moment she stepped inside, she could finally breathe deeply, the noise of the day dissolving into the gentle, cozy ambiance. The soft hum of quiet conversation and the gentle clatter of ceramic mugs created an inviting atmosphere, making it feel like a world away from the bustling energy of the school.
Still dressed in their school uniforms, Ling and Orm made their way to a familiar table by the window, the same spot they’d sat at the last time Ling had brought Orm here. Ling set Orm’s books and materials down carefully on the table before sitting across from her. The warm afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over their corner of the café.
Orm leaned back slightly, glancing around with a small smile. "This spot again? You’ve really got a thing for consistency, huh?"
Ling shrugged, her tone casual. "It’s a good table. No reason to change it."
Before their conversation could continue, Alex appeared at their table with her characteristic friendly smile. "Well, if it isn’t my favorite duo," she said, her voice warm and teasing. Her eyes flicked to the stack of books on the table. "So, what’s with the books, Ling? Since when did you start carrying other people’s homework?"
Ling’s tone was casual as she replied, "They’re Orm’s. Just helping her out."
Alex’s smile widened, her hazel eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "Interesting," she said, leaning slightly closer to the table as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. "Didn’t peg you as the type to lug around someone else’s books. What’s the story here?" Her voice carried a teasing lilt.
Orm grinned, her amber eyes lighting up. "I’m getting there. This place definitely helps," she replied, gesturing to the cozy surroundings. "And yeah, I’m making her earn her keep."
Alex chuckled. "Glad to hear it. So, what’ll it be today?"
Orm leaned forward before Ling could answer, flashing a playful grin that lit up her face. "Actually, I’ll order for both of us today," she said, her tone brimming with confidence.
Ling’s eyebrow arched slightly, her calm expression betraying a flicker of curiosity. She didn’t say anything but leaned back slightly in her chair, intrigued by Orm’s boldness. Despite herself, she felt a faint warmth at how easily Orm took charge—a quality that seemed both surprising and natural in her new companion.
"For Ling, let’s get an iced Americano," Orm began, earning a faint smirk from Ling at the accuracy. Then Orm turned back to Alex, her tone conspiratorial. "And surprise her with a dessert she’s never had before."
Alex’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she nodded. "Got it. And for you?"
"I’ll take a matcha latte—I really liked it last time I was here,” Orm said with a grin, her amber eyes sparkling as she gestured slightly toward the counter. “It’s got just the right balance of earthy and sweet. You nailed it last time, Alex. Oh, and surprise me with a dessert, too. Maybe something new you’ve been experimenting with?”
Alex chuckled, clearly amused. “You’ve got good taste, Orm. Let’s see if I can outdo myself this time.”
Orm leaned back slightly in her chair, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she looked at Ling. “You’ll love whatever Alex picks. I’m sure of it.”
"Great picks," Alex said with a wink. "I’ll have those out in a bit."
As Alex headed back to the counter, Orm turned her attention to Ling, whose expression remained calm but whose faintly raised eyebrow betrayed her intrigue.
"You didn’t have to order for me," Ling said lightly.
"I wanted to," Orm replied with a shrug, taking in the cozy atmosphere. "Besides, I figured you’d appreciate a little variety."
Ling smirked faintly, leaning back in her chair. "We’ll see about that."
Their conversation continued in easy rhythms, the hum of the café providing a soothing backdrop. Ling leaned slightly forward, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Orm tap her fingers lightly on the table, her gaze drifting toward the window. "So, how’s school treating you so far?"
Orm tilted her head thoughtfully, her fingers stilling as she considered the question. "It’s alright. Definitely better than I expected. I mean, it helps to have someone like you show me the ropes," she said with a small grin, her amber eyes meeting Ling’s briefly.
Ling raised an eyebrow, her expression calm but curious. "Someone like me?"
Orm’s grin widened. "Yeah. You’ve made it easier. Plus, it’s hard to get lost when you’re around."
Ling smirked faintly, leaning back in her chair. "I’m glad to hear it."
After a moment, Orm’s expression turned more mischievous. "By the way, have you noticed how famous you are on campus?" she asked, her tone teasing. Still, her amber eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity. "People literally stop in their tracks when you walk by, Ling. I swear, half the school either idolizes you or thinks you're some untouchable legend. It's honestly a little wild to see. Whenever someone glances your way, they look like they're trying to figure out how to approach a mythical creature."
Ling’s smirk faltered slightly, and she shook her head. "Famous? No way. You’re imagining things."
Orm leaned forward, her grin unwavering. "Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen how people react when you’re around. The stares? The whispers? They’re practically rolling out a red carpet for you."
Ling shrugged her tone even. "They’re just bored. I’m not that interesting."
Orm studied Ling for a moment, her grin softening into something more genuine. "You really don’t see it, do you?" she said quietly, almost to herself. But before Ling could respond, Alex arrived with their drinks and desserts, breaking the moment with her cheerful energy.
The golden light streaming in from the window made everything feel a little warmer, a little more connected, as though their familiar corner of the world was just theirs for a while. Orm found herself noticing how the light softened the edges of Ling’s normally composed demeanor, giving her an almost serene glow. The hum of the café seemed to fade into the background as Orm tapped her fingers lightly on the table, observing Ling with a mix of curiosity and quiet admiration. There was a subtle steadiness about Ling that made Orm feel unexpectedly at ease, a stark contrast to the rush and noise of their day at school. It was as if this small moment, in their shared corner of the world, allowed both of them to breathe a little easier, their unspoken bond quietly growing stronger under the golden afternoon light.
Orm’s gaze drifted across the café, her attention catching on a guitar propped up near the piano in the corner. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and she leaned forward slightly.
“LingLing Kwong,” she said, pointing toward the instrument. “Do you play the guitar?”
Ling’s eyes flickered to the corner before quickly returning to Orm. Her calm demeanor shifted slightly, and a faint pink rose to her cheeks. “You already know I do,” Ling murmured, her voice quiet.
Orm’s grin widened as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “I mean, after our impromptu jam session the other night, I figured you’d be all over that guitar. Come on, Ling—show me something in person this time.”
Ling hesitated, glancing out the window briefly as if to gather her thoughts. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “It’s different here. People might actually listen.”
“So what?” Orm replied her tone light but encouraging. “They’ll love it, trust me. You’re really good. Besides,” she added with a teasing smile, “I already heard you, so you can’t get shy on me now.”
Ling sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” Orm said, sitting back with a triumphant glint in her eyes. “Not a chance.”
Ling gave her an exasperated look but rose from her chair anyway. Her gaze briefly met Orm's, and something about those amber eyes stopped her hesitation cold. There was no hint of judgment in them, only quiet encouragement and a warmth that seemed to steady her nerves. Ling’s lips quirked into a faint smirk as she muttered under her breath, "What princess wants, princess gets." The words were soft enough that Orm almost didn’t catch them.
“What was that?” Orm asked, leaning forward with a playful glint in her eyes.
“Nothing,” Ling replied quickly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she turned away, but the faint pink at the tips of her ears betrayed her. She walked toward the guitar with deliberate steps, leaving Orm smiling knowingly at her retreating figure.
As Ling walked to retrieve the guitar, Alex, who had been preparing drinks at the counter, glanced up. Her hazel eyes flickered with curiosity as she watched Ling pick up the instrument, though she didn’t say anything, choosing instead to observe quietly from a distance. Ling returned to their table with the guitar in hand, her movements deliberate but tinged with a hint of self-consciousness.
Ling settled into a worn, wooden chair in the bustling café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, mingling with the murmurs of casual conversations around her. As she plucked at the guitar strings, her fingers moved tentatively at first, testing the tension with a focused frown. The soft, wavering notes hovered in the cozy atmosphere, blending harmoniously with the café's gentle hum. With each strum, she felt the rustiness of her skill; her fingers fumbled over the frets as she tried to recapture her lost rhythm.
Across the small, round table, Orm leaned in, her long light-colored hair cascading over her shoulders like a silky curtain. She tilted her head ever so slightly, a smile blooming on her lips as she listened. As if drawn by an invisible thread, she began to hum softly along with Ling's hesitant playing, her voice delicate and heartfelt, threading effortlessly through the melody. Startled at first, Ling glanced up to meet Orm’s bright amber gaze, curiosity igniting in her chest. Encouraged by the warmth she found there, Ling adjusted her strumming, her chords becoming smoother and more confident.
As the melody began to take shape, Orm’s humming evolved into gentle singing. Her voice was a perfect blend of sweetness and clarity, navigating the lyrics with ease. “Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter,” she sang, her words weaving seamlessly into the delicate fabric of the music. The warmth in Orm's eyes radiated toward Ling, enveloping them in a bubble of intimacy. For that fleeting moment, the outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the soothing embrace of music.
With each passing note, Ling's fingers danced more freely across the strings, captivated by Orm’s light but unwavering voice. As Orm continued to sing, Ling couldn't help but steal glances at her. The way the soft café light caught on Orm's features made her seem almost ethereal, her skin glowing with a gentle luminescence. There was no hint of judgment in Orm's voice—only an encouraging glow that made Ling feel at ease as if the music were a safe space where they both belonged.
“Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here,” Orm continued, her voice steady and inviting. In response, Ling’s playing grew even more assured, moving instinctively in line with Orm's soaring melody. The song slowly filled the café, its warmth extending beyond their small table like a golden thread woven through the hearts of everyone present.
Ling felt a momentary hesitance within her as they approached the chorus, yet the music tugged at her spirit, compelling her to join in softly. For a brief instant, she hesitated, but Orm paused mid-verse, her amber eyes wide with surprise, holding a new kind of curiosity. Taking a deep breath, Ling found her voice, initially low and tentative but with each passing line, her confidence began to build. Orm, attuned to the shift, began to harmonize with her, and soon their voices melded together seamlessly. For Ling, this felt like crossing an invisible barrier, a daring step into vulnerability she never expected she would take in front of anyone, let alone Orm. With Orm, however, it felt instinctual and right.
In that precious moment, Ling felt the distinct gravitational pull Orm had on her, an invisible force inspiring her to step beyond her boundaries in ways she'd never thought possible. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind—What is it about her that makes this feel okay?—but the sincerity in Orm’s gaze silenced her doubts. There was no judgment there, only a quiet, soothing encouragement that settled in Ling’s chest, a tightness that felt almost achingly close to joy.
Around them, the other patrons of the café continued with their own quiet conversations, though some glanced over, their faces breaking into amused smiles at the unexpected scene before them. It wasn’t every day they witnessed Ling, usually so reserved and dependable in her student-athlete persona, engaging in something so tender and expressive. Meanwhile, Alex, stationed at the counter with her back to the duo, paused her work, her dark brown eyes flickering toward the pair. The subtle curve of her lips hinted at genuine surprise and soft approval.
As their voices harmonized on the final lines of the song, a sweet resonance lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Orm finished the melody, her voice trailing off into the comfortable silence, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she looked at Ling with genuine delight. Ling's fingers came to a rest on the guitar strings, her dark eyes searching Orm's face, uncertainty mixed with wonder dancing in her gaze for a fleeting moment.
“Satisfied?” Ling asked, her tone dry yet imbued with a newfound softness, as the edges of her mouth curled into the faintest of smiles, the corners of her heart feeling lighter than they had in ages.
Orm's smile widened, her amber eyes shimmering with something tender and unspoken. “More than,” she replied, her voice light and sincere. “You’re amazing, LingLing Kwong.” The atmosphere around them shimmered with the uncharted territory of promise and connection, an unfolding chapter waiting to be explored.
As Ling’s words and gentle music echoed in her mind, Orm couldn’t help but marvel at the soothing quality of Ling’s voice. It wasn’t just the tone—it was the way it carried an unspoken steadiness as if each note had the power to anchor her in the moment. The realization that Ling could sing at all had caught her off guard, but it was the vulnerability and quiet strength in her performance that lingered most. Orm felt a sense of safety she hadn’t realized she craved, as though Ling’s voice was a calm harbor amidst her swirling thoughts.
Ling, on the other hand, found herself reflecting on how freeing it felt to let herself play and sing again, especially in Orm’s presence. She had never thought she’d feel comfortable enough to let go like this, but something about Orm’s unyielding warmth and quiet encouragement made her feel... lighter. Ling had always kept her emotions close to her chest, reluctant to expose any cracks in her calm exterior. Yet here she was, doing something so vulnerable and strange, and not minding it at all.
Orm wanted to express just how much she admired what she’d seen and heard, but the thought of breaking the bubble they were in held her back. This felt too precious, too rare to disturb. She cast a sidelong glance at Ling, marveling at how effortlessly this reserved girl seemed to draw her in, making her feel safe yet exhilarated all at once.
After they finished their meal, Ling and Orm walked up to the busy counter to pay Alex, who was grinning playfully. “I have to say,” she said, looking back and forth between them, “I’ve known you for years, Ling, but I never knew you could play the guitar like that. And you sang with so much passion!”
Ling’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, her usually poised demeanor giving way to momentary surprise. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her dark eyes flickering toward Orm, silently seeking support.
Without missing a beat, Orm stepped in, her voice light and playful yet overflowing with sincere admiration. “Isn’t she incredible? Honestly, Alex, it feels like I’m unearthing a treasure chest of hidden talents with her. And trust me, she’s far better than she admits to being.”
Alex's eyes softened as she turned her focus to Orm. “And you, Orm—don’t think I overlooked your voice either. That was something truly special.”
Orm let out a soft laugh, waving her hand dismissively as if brushing aside the compliment. “Oh, I just enjoy singing. It’s nothing too fancy.”
As Alex rang up their order, Orm dug through her bag with a concentrated expression, her brow furrowing as she searched for her wallet. Ling stood beside her in silence, still clutching Orm’s pile of books and school materials. Without a word and before Orm could register her intentions, Ling slipped her card into the reader and paid for both of them.
Orm blinked in astonishment, her hand freezing mid-motion as she realized what Ling had done. Her lips parted in a blend of surprise and indignation. “Ling! I was supposed to pay!” she exclaimed, her tone a mix of playful protest and genuine disbelief.
Ling turned her gaze towards Orm, her dark eyes steady yet betraying a hint of amusement. Leaning in slightly, she whispered just loud enough for Orm to hear, “Princesses don’t get to pay when I’m around.”
The surprising words left Orm momentarily speechless, her amber eyes widening as a blush crept across her cheeks. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, crossing her arms in a mock show of defiance, though the gentle curve of her lips revealed her amusement.
Meanwhile, Alex watched the exchange with barely concealed interest, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Well, I think this might just be my favorite duo yet. You two make quite the charming team.”
Ling offered Alex a small nod, her usual reserve returning as she adjusted the strap of her bag. Orm, still flustered but smiling brightly, reached for her half-finished matcha latte.
As they stepped into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun, it bathed them in golden light. Orm glanced sideways at Ling, her expression softening. “You really didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“I wanted to,” Ling replied simply, her voice quiet yet unwavering. “Besides, what kind of knight allows their princess to pay?”
Orm’s laughter floated through the air, light and genuine, as they strolled down the sun-kissed street together. “You’re impossible, Sirilak.”
“And you’re predictable, Kornnaphat,” Ling shot back, her tone dry but infused with warmth as they continued their walk, their unspoken bond deepening with every step they took.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting everything in hues of amber and gold as Ling and Orm approached the front of their houses. The quiet hum of the street was accompanied by the occasional chirping of birds, the kind of peaceful serenity that only came with late afternoons.
Ling shifted the stack of books she was still carrying, her hands steady despite their weight. As they neared Orm’s gate, she finally stopped and held them out. “Here,” she said, her tone soft, almost reluctant. “These are yours.”
Orm accepted them with a small smile, her fingers brushing against Ling’s briefly as she took the pile. “Thanks for carrying them,” she said sincerely, glancing down at the books as if they might hold the words she wanted to say but couldn’t.
They stood there for a moment, the quiet settling between them. Neither seemed eager to break it.
Ling’s gaze lingered on Orm, the golden light of the sunset casting a halo around her light hair. The way the warmth of the fading sun highlighted Orm’s delicate features made her look almost otherworldly. Ling found herself captivated once again, unable to pull her eyes away.
Orm shifted slightly under Ling’s steady gaze, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. She looked down for a moment before letting her curiosity get the better of her. She glanced up, her amber eyes locking onto Ling’s dark ones, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. Ling, with her composed demeanor and quiet strength, had a beauty that Orm couldn’t ignore.
The spell was broken by the sudden sound of a door creaking open.
“Orm!” called Koy from the doorway, her voice tinged with affection and mild amusement. “Dinner’s almost ready. Are you planning to camp out there, or are you coming inside?”
Both girls startled slightly, turning toward Koy’s voice.
Orm’s blush deepened, and she quickly turned back to Ling. “Thanks again,” she said, her words hurried but sincere.
Ling gave a small nod, her gaze soft. “See you around?”
Orm nodded, her smile returning despite her embarrassment. “Yeah, see ya.”
Ling gave a small wave before turning and walking toward her house, her steps steady and her thoughts swirling. Orm, still standing at her gate, watched her go, feeling an inexplicable lightness in her chest.
Behind her, Koy called out teasingly, “Don’t leave your books scattered around again, Orm! Ling can’t carry them for you forever!”
“Ma!” Orm groaned, hurrying toward the house as she muttered under her breath. Yet even as she walked inside, she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
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Ling lay sprawled across her bed, the cool fabric of the sheets contrasting with the warmth of her skin. She stared blankly upward at the ceiling, the dim light from her bedside lamp casting a soft golden hue, which danced with delicate shadows around her room. The day’s events looped incessantly in her mind, each recollection igniting a fresh wave of confusion—an emotion she struggled to articulate.
Her fingers absentmindedly drummed against the patterned fabric of her blanket, a restless rhythm mirroring the chaos swirling in her thoughts. Memories of Orm flooded her mind, vivid and intoxicating. She recalled how the last rays of the sunset had transformed Orm’s light hair into a shimmering crown of gold, and how her amber eyes glimmered with a secret warmth that seemed to illuminate everything around them. Ling felt a peculiar flutter in her chest at the thought, a sensation that lingered stubbornly no matter how fiercely she attempted to dismiss it.
“Why am I acting like this?” she pondered, frustration knitting her brows together. Ling was not one to become flustered or caught off guard; she prided herself on her composure. Yet, today had unraveled like a thread, leading her into moments that felt achingly out of place in her carefully curated life. It wasn’t inherently negative, just a disquieting unfamiliarity that gnawed at her.
The memory of the café surfaced, rich and vivid. She could almost hear the soft strumming of the guitar she had plucked at Orm’s encouragement, the notes spilling out effortlessly, wrapping around her in a comforting embrace. Orm's soothing voice had pulled her from her shell in an extraordinary way, making her forget the fortifications she usually erected around herself. For someone who treasured her solitude and maintained a steady distance from others, it perplexed Ling how easily Orm had slipped past her defenses as if navigating a hidden door she never knew existed.
Then there was the moment outside Orm’s gate, a tableau seared into her memory. The way Orm looked at her—those warm amber eyes filled with something akin to admiration—sent a flurry of warmth through Ling, leaving her simultaneously flustered and inexplicably content. She shook her head, rubbing her temples as if to erase the feelings that swirled there. “What’s wrong with me? This isn’t normal,” she fretted.
Yet, deep within her, Ling sensed that the core of her experience transcended societal definitions of normalcy; it was an exploration of her own authenticity. In an uncanny manner, Orm brought forth a sincerity and openness that Ling hadn’t encountered in ages, making their connection feel more vivid and genuine than anything else in her recent memory.
With a soft sigh, she shifted onto her side, peering out of her window. The gentle glow from the streetlamps bathed the tranquil neighborhood in a cozy light, stretching long shadows across the pavement like whispers of the evening. In the distance, she caught sight of the faint glow emanating from Orm’s room, and the mere thought enveloped her in a profound sense of comfort, an invisible thread connecting them despite the distance that lay between them.
As she closed her eyes, her thoughts swirled in a dizzying maelstrom, filled with wonder and apprehension. Despite not having untangled the reasons behind her overwhelming feelings or the magnetic pull she felt toward Orm, she permitted herself a small, tentative smile. Whatever was happening felt strangely right. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t need to unravel all the mysteries of her heart just yet.
Orm sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft glow of her desk lamp illuminating her room in a warm, inviting light. Shadows danced gently across the walls as the light flickered slightly, creating a cozy atmosphere that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace. Her unpacked belongings were strewn about in neat piles: books stacked haphazardly beside her, clothes laid out thoughtfully, and trinkets from her adventures placed carefully in different corners, yet her focus was far from the scattered knickknacks. Instead, she twirled a pen between her fingers, lost in thoughts that swirled like the ink she played with—thoughts consumed predominantly by the day's events and, more specifically, by thoughts of Ling.
LingLing Kwong. A smile inevitably crept across Orm's face as she thought about her. There was something about Ling that felt—steady, grounding. She was quiet, certainly, but not in the distant, disengaged manner that some people carried themselves. There was a warmth in Ling's calm demeanor that drew Orm in, a magnetic pull she hadn't anticipated. The way Ling had played the guitar earlier in the day stayed with Orm, her notes drifting through the air softly, infused with a hesitant but soothing confidence. Ling’s voice, though soft and unsure, wrapped around Orm like a gentle lullaby, utterly captivating her heart and mind.
“Interesting doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Orm found herself muttering under her breath, the pen finally resting between her fingers as she leaned back against her plush pillows. Ling was unlike anyone she had ever met before—intriguing yet familiar, mysterious yet palpable. Orm felt a bubbling curiosity in her chest, an eagerness to discover more about Ling’s quiet strength, her hidden talents, and the subtle ways she seemed to carry the weight of the world without ever revealing the burden she bore.
Suddenly, Orm’s musings were interrupted by the vivid memory of dinner from earlier that evening. The relaxed atmosphere of the dining table was peppered with laughter and light teasing from her family. Her mom, Koy, had been particularly merciless with her playful ribbing. “You seemed awfully starry-eyed when you came home,” Koy had remarked, a knowing grin tugging at her lips as she passed the fragrant bowl of rice around. “Ling must be quite the charm if you’re both walking home and hanging around outside in the sunset.”
Orm had groaned in response, her cheeks warming in embarrassment as she hastily shoved a spoonful of aromatic curry into her mouth, desperate to avoid the teasing.
Her dad, Oct, had chosen to join in, yet his approach had been more subtle, almost sly. “This Ling,” he’d said casually, spearing a piece of chicken onto his plate, “she the same one your Ma mentioned the other day? The soccer player? Our neighbor?”
“Yes, Pa,” Orm had replied through gritted teeth, trying her best to mask her eye-roll beneath a facade of indifference.
At that moment, her younger brother Att had seized the opportunity to chime in, his voice light and teasing. “So, like, are you best friends now, or do you just make her carry all your stuff?”
“Att!” Orm had snapped, her eyes narrowing at him in irritation, though even she could feel the telltale heat rising in her face, betraying any attempt at annoyance.
Now, as she sat in her room, Orm sighed at the memory, her family’s teasing voices fading into the background of her thoughts. Despite their ongoing jests, she couldn’t shake the feeling of how much she genuinely enjoyed spending time with Ling that day. The way Ling had listened with genuine interest, her quiet laughter that sent warmth through Orm, and that comforting presence made the day feel special. Orm found herself hoping they could find a reason to hang out again soon, maybe to strum a few chords together or simply to share stories beneath the fading light of a setting sun.
Before she could second-guess herself, Orm snatched her phone from the bedside table, the cool surface sending a tiny shiver up her fingers. She stared at Ling’s contact—saved simply as “LingLing Kwong,” complete with a playful soccer ball emoji—and felt her heart race in anticipation. After a brief, suspenseful moment, she tapped the call button, the sound echoing in the stillness of her room.
The line rang twice, and then Ling’s familiar voice broke through, calm and steady like a soothing balm. “Orm?”
“Hey,” Orm replied, forcing a lightness into her tone that didn’t quite match the fluttering sensation in her stomach. “So, uh, do you have any plans tomorrow? Since it’s the weekend, I mean.”
Silence hung in the air for a heartbeat, making Orm wonder if she had interrupted something. But then she heard Ling exhale softly on the other end, her voice warm but curious. “Not really. Why?”
A grin spread across Orm’s face as she leaned back against her pillows, the plush fabric cradling her comfortably. “Good! Because I was thinking we could hang out. I mean, you know all the best spots around here.”
Ling chuckled lightly on the other end, and Orm could almost picture her rolling her eyes in playful exasperation. “Are you asking for another tour, Sethratanapong?”
“Maybe,” Orm replied, the smirk on her lips widening. “But this time, I’ll pay for the snacks. Non-negotiable.”
“We’ll see,” Ling responded, her tone flirtatiously teasing. “So what’s the plan?”
Orm hesitated, a flurry of ideas causing her mind to whirl. Her thoughts flickered to the arcade that Junji and Fluke had mentioned, a place she’d been curious about. A playful smile blossomed as she articulated her thoughts. “What about that arcade Junji and Fluke were raving about? You could show me around there… unless you’re afraid of losing to me at something.”
Ling let out a quiet laugh, the sound carrying a warmth that made Orm's heart dance. “Lose to you? I think you’re underestimating how bad I am at those games.”
Orm raised her eyebrows in surprise, a teasing grin lighting up her face. “Wait, are you actually admitting you’re bad at games? That’s some rare humility, Sirilak.”
Ling shrugged, though Orm knew she couldn’t see the gesture over the phone. “I’m just stating the facts. Arcade games aren’t really my forte.”
“Good to know,” Orm said, the wheels in her mind turning as a new idea took shape. “You know, I’m not too shabby at games. Actually, I’m pretty good. So… this is going to be fun.”
“Pretty good?” Ling’s voice had an unmistakable teasing lilt as if she was already sizing up the competition. “Alright, gamer. But don’t count me out just yet. There’s one thing I’m great at.”
Orm’s curiosity piqued, and she leaned forward in anticipation. “And what’s that?”
“Claw machines,” Ling declared with calm confidence, her words punctuated with a hint of pride. “I’m practically undefeated at those.”
A laugh burst from Orm, bright and filled with excitement. “Well, I can’t wait to see that in action. But don’t think that’s going to save you from getting schooled in everything else.”
Ling let out a soft snort, the sound so genuine it made Orm’s heart flutter. “We’ll see, Sethratanapong. But I warn you, I’m good at surprising people.”
“Oh, it’s on,” Orm declared, her voice bubbling with energy, the anticipation nearly palpable. “Tomorrow, you’re showing me everything. And if I win something, you owe me.”
Ling paused, her tone softening. “Deal. But don’t be surprised if I make you carry the prizes.”
“Only if you can win them,” Orm countered, her grin growing as she imagined the playful banter to come.
“Goodnight, Orm,” Ling said, her tone steady but laced with warmth, almost like a gentle embrace.
“Goodnight, Ling,” Orm replied, her cheeks aching from smiling so widely.
As she hung up, she stared at her phone for a moment, the screen glowing softly in the dim light of her room. A warm flutter filled her chest at the thought of spending the day with Ling, imagining the laughter and joy they would share. The idea of seeing Ling fumble through games while showing off her claw machine prowess made Orm chuckle softly to herself. Whatever tomorrow held, she knew it was bound to be a day of fun—and she couldn’t wait to experience it all alongside Ling.
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Orm’s bedroom window, casting golden rays that danced across the walls and filled the room with a soft, warm glow. She stood in front of her antique wooden mirror, the delicate carvings of its frame reflecting the light beautifully as she adjusted the straps of her light yellow sundress. The fabric, light and airy, swayed gently with her movements, enhancing her effortlessly breezy appearance. With a satisfied nod, she paired the dress with a tan-colored handbag that rested comfortably against her shoulder, its texture a lovely complement to her outfit. She slipped on a pair of simple yet stylish sandals, the soft padding making each step feel comfortable and free. Taking a moment, she smiled at her reflection, smoothing down the fabric of her dress one last time, appreciating the way it hugged her silhouette without clinging too tightly.
Downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as her mom, Koy, peeked into the hallway, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her daughter. “Looking cute, Orm!” she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Big plans today, I see?”
Orm rolled her eyes good-naturedly, unable to suppress the smile that curved her lips. “Just heading to the arcade with Ling,” she replied casually, trying to downplay her excitement.
Koy raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as if she were in on a delightful secret. “Ling, huh? That sounds like fun! Just remember to eat something while you’re out, okay?”
“Don’t worry, Ma, I won’t forget,” Orm reassured her, waving her off with a flick of her wrist as she slipped out the door. The moment she stepped outside, the gentle warmth of the sun enveloped her, making her feel light and buoyant as she made her way toward Ling’s house.
Meanwhile, in her own room filled with posters of her favorite soccer team and photos of friends, Ling stood in front of her own mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. She wore a pair of comfortably loose ripped jeans that draped effortlessly over her legs, paired with a white button-up shirt that she had left unbuttoned over a simple navy v-neck tee. It was a casual yet stylish look, perfect for a day out, but she still ran a hand through her dark hair, a wave of uncertainty passing over her as she debated whether she appeared too laid-back. Not that Orm would mind, but Ling found herself wanting to look just right.
Her dad's voice echoed up from the kitchen, breaking her moment of self-reflection. “Ling, are you heading out?” he called, his tone carrying both warmth and a hint of distraction.
“Yeah, I’m on my way!” she replied, snatching up her phone and keys from the cluttered bedside table where scattered books and homework waited for her attention.
“Be safe,” he reminded her, his tone gentle, filled with the care that came with being a loving parent.
Ling made her way to the garage, her heart racing a little with anticipation for the day ahead. She retrieved her electric bike, its sleek frame gleaming in the light. After adjusting the seat for comfort, she quickly checked the battery—green light, good to go. She slung the single helmet hanging off the handlebars over her arm and took a deep breath, glancing out the window. Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted Orm walking gracefully down her driveway, the soft yellow of her dress a vibrant contrast against the warm morning sunlight. It caught Ling's eye entirely, and for a moment, she found herself captivated by the sight, feeling a flutter of admiration. Shaking her head with a soft chuckle, she wheeled her bike out to meet her friend, the excitement of the day ahead bubbling inside her.
Orm looked up as Ling approached, her amber eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Morning,” she greeted, a cheerful grin illuminating her face as she took in the sight of Ling’s sleek bicycle parked beside her.
“Morning,” Ling replied, her voice steady and calm, yet a subtle upward twitch of her lips hinted at her delight. “You look really nice today—cute, even.”
Orm blinked, caught off guard by the compliment, warmth blooming in her cheeks. “Oh, um, thanks!” she stammered, glancing at Ling’s outfit—a casual ensemble that perfectly suited her laid-back style. “You look great too. Casual and cool. Totally you.”
With a light shrug, Ling adjusted the strap of her bag, the fabric brushing against her toned shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”
Orm's gaze shifted nervously to the bicycle. “Wait, are we riding that?” she asked, a blend of curiosity and surprise lacing her voice.
“Yep,” Ling replied, holding up a shiny black helmet, the sun glinting off its polished surface. “The arcade and the restaurant are a bit far, and I figured this would be more fun than walking.”
A soft laugh escaped Orm as her eyes widened in disbelief. Ling handed her the helmet, and she marveled at her friend’s thoughtfulness. “You’re really prepared, huh? But what about you?” she inquired, her voice laced with concern.
Ling offered a nonchalant shrug, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “You wear it. I’ll be fine without one.”
Orm hesitated, her fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the helmet. “Are you sure? This feels... backward. Shouldn’t you have the helmet?”
“Princesses don’t get to argue,” Ling teased, a smirk lighting up her features. “Just put it on.”
Still taken aback, Orm bit her lip, suppressing a grin as she reluctantly slipped the helmet onto her head. “Alright, if you insist, Ms. Knight in Shining Armor.”
Ling rolled her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her as she stepped closer to Orm, her hands expertly adjusting the helmet to ensure it fit snugly. A blush crept across Orm's cheeks at the proximity, acutely aware of the fresh vanilla-pine scent that lingered around Ling. Even though Orm was a few inches taller, at this moment, she felt small yet completely safe, enveloped in the warmth of Ling’s careful attention.
Ling mounted the electric bike, balancing it carefully as Orm sprang onto the seat behind her. “Hold on tight,” she called over her shoulder, her tone warm yet cautious.
Orm hesitated for a heartbeat, her hands hovering awkwardly in the air. Ling turned her head slightly, her expression a blend of gentleness and determination. Without waiting for a response, she reached back, her fingers wrapping softly around Orm's wrists, guiding her arms around her waist with reassuring firmness. “Just like this,” Ling instructed her voice a soothing murmur against the backdrop of their surroundings.
A soft flush crept onto Orm’s cheeks as she complied, her arms enveloping Ling’s waist. “Like this?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
“Perfect,” Ling affirmed, her tone warming even further, a soft smile teasing the corners of her lips. With a decisive kick-off, they surged forward, the breeze swirling around them as they sped into the embrace of the late morning sun.
The streets melted away in a kaleidoscope of lush greens and golden sunlight, each passing moment painting a vivid landscape of summer. The gentle hum of the electric bike harmonized with the sweet trill of birdsong, crafting a serene symphony to accompany their adventure. Orm’s grip was tentative at first, but as the rhythm of their journey settled, she loosened her hold, finding herself lulled into a comforting trance. Leaning slightly forward, she rested her cheek lightly against Ling’s shoulder, discovering an unexpected sanctuary in their closeness. The sun’s warmth intertwined with the steady whoosh of the bike, creating a bubble of tranquility that enveloped them both, as if time itself had slowed.
Ling maintained her focus on the road ahead, but her thoughts drifted like autumn leaves in the breeze. The gentle weight of Orm leaning into her, the warmth of her arms encircling, sent delightful flickers of warmth through her heart. She battled the urge to smile widely, tightening her grip on the handlebars to ground herself. With each rhythmic turn of the wheels, the closeness forged a cocoon of ease, a rare sense of freedom unshackled from the burdens of her usual anxieties and the expectations that often loomed over her.
As they glided through the peaceful streets, a few neighbors glanced up, offering polite nods and friendly smiles, though Ling barely registered them. Her attention was divided between the winding path ahead and the serene contentment unfurling within her. Orm, meanwhile, closed her eyes for a moment, fully surrendering to the soothing cadence of the ride and the enveloping presence of Ling. In this suspended moment, surrounded by the world’s whispers and the warm embrace of sunlight, neither felt the need to break the delicate spell they had woven together.