Chapter 05

Boun felt that Prem had cast a spell on him. He had already been infatuated with him several times when they met by chance, and he was even more infatuated with him after they had dinner together a few days ago. But Prem seemed to be deliberately ignoring him. After saving his phone number, he never took the initiative to send him a message or call him. Boun wanted to take a break from his busy schedule to chat with Prem, but he couldn't.

Prem had taken the initiative several times before, and Boun guessed that Prem was waiting for him to take the initiative now. Boun was like a fish in Prem's fish pond. He first sprinkled some delicious fish food to attract Boun's attention, and then waited for Boun, the fish, to take the initiative to find the hook. But even though he knew that Prem was using this trick, Boun still jumped in willingly.

Moreover, Boun would rather take the initiative in his own hands than feel insecure when being controlled. It happened to be a day off today, so after lunch, he decided to go to the flower shop.

The awning at the entrance of the flower shop was open, and there were many arranged flower baskets at the entrance. He walked closer and saw a moving fan next to it, which should prevent the flowers from being dried out by the high temperature outside. Prem was standing in front of the big table, trimming the branches, just like that night. The table was covered with various wrapping papers and ribbons, and the ground was full of broken pieces of wrapping paper and flower branches and leaves.

Prem looked up and saw the person coming, and smiled brightly.

"Why are you here?" Prem stopped what he was doing and pointed at the garbage on the ground. "If you want to buy flowers, I can't sell them today."

Of course Boun didn't come to buy flowers, but Prem deliberately teased him and he didn't mind. With a smile, he leaned over and said, "Busy?"

"Yes, I received an order for more than 50 flower baskets for a company's opening ceremony. I've been busy for two days. I need to get everything ready by tonight and deliver it tomorrow morning."

"Are you alone? Where's your handsome boy?"

"What do you mean by my handsome boy?" Prem seemed to hear a hint of jealousy and couldn't help laughing: "He went to have lunch."

"Oh\~Did you eat?"

"I have eaten."

Prem turned around and took the flowers from the big box behind him. When the flowers were delivered, they were bundled and put into the box. In order to prevent the flowers from being squeezed and rotted during transportation, they were wrapped with several layers of bubble film. The nylon rope that fixed the bubble film was entangled with the flowers underneath. Prem tried hard to lift it up, but it didn't work.

Boun took a few steps closer, wanting to help, and his hand just happened to hold Prem's hand that was holding the flower. The two looked at each other, neither spoke, nor took the initiative to pull their hands away, but lifted the flower together.

Prem was about to squat down to untie the rope, and then his hand slipped out from under Boun's fingers. When Prem lowered his head, he just caught a glimpse of Boun's happy smile.

After the rope was untied, Boun could easily carry the flowers to the table by himself. Prem picked up the scissors on the table and prepared to continue trimming the branches.

Boun looked around, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"I'm off today."

Prem was not polite and did not pretend to make excuses. He took out a pair of pruning shears from the drawer under the table and placed them in front of Boun. He went to the cash register and took out an apron.

Boun glanced at it and frowned slightly: "Whose is it? I dare not take it if it belongs to someone else."

Prem burst out laughing. He understood what Boun meant. If it belonged to the handsome boy in the store, he would not want it.

"Mine, new one, do you want it?"

"Yes." Boun immediately smiled and spread his hands for Prem to help him put it on.

Prem walked in front of Boun, and the distance between them was about an arm. Boun was half a head taller than Prem, so he didn't need to tiptoe to help Boun put on the apron, but Boun straightened his back and tilted his head slightly, so Prem had to move closer.

Not only was Boun's little trick not exposed, Prem also cooperated, tiptoed, stretched out his hands, and put the neck string of the apron around Boun's neck first. Seeing Boun staring at him from the corner of his eye, Prem raised his eyes and looked at him without hesitation.

Boun thought to himself that if the plot was normal, Prem would pretend or really lose his balance and fall into his arms. His hands were ready to catch Prem at any time.

Prem didn't follow his wishes. He put his hands on Boun's shoulders, pushed Boun to turn around, grabbed the two thin strings of the apron, and neatly tied a beautiful bow around Boun's waist.

"It's done." Prem crossed his arms and nodded with satisfaction.

"Er..." Boun wanted to say something, but a handsome boy came in the door, and he swallowed his words back.

The boy saw a strange face wearing an apron and knew it was Prem's friend. He nodded politely and smiled to greet him, then went to the cashier to get his apron back, put it on, squatted on the ground and started working.

Prem looked at the person on the ground and introduced him to Boun: "My colleague in the shop, Natt."

"Oh\~" Boun thought to himself, this is not that handsome.

Prem smiled secretly, but soon put it away again: "I'll teach you how to trim the branches."

Boun imitated Prem, picked up a flower from the table, and took the pruning shears in his other hand.

"These flowers are used to make flower baskets, so the stems don't need to be too long." Prem compared the length and demonstrated first. "After the length is right, remove the leaves below. This part will be inserted into the flower mud, leaving about 10 centimeters of smooth stem. There is no need to deal with the flower buds. I will pick them out when I arrange the flowers."

With Prem's demonstration, Boun also tried to trim the flowers in his hand. "Is this okay?"

"Yes."

With Prem's affirmation, Boun also became motivated. The two stood side by side and trimmed the flowers on the table and put them aside. Seeing that Boun was gradually getting the hang of it, Prem gave the job of trimming the flowers to Boun, asked Natt to bring the eucalyptus leaves to decorate the flower baskets, and went to the warehouse to take out the flower baskets to arrange the flowers.

Prem was very serious when he was doing things. There was no smile on his face, but his eyes were firm. His eyes were always on the flower basket at hand. He was arranging flowers and adjusting the angle. Occasionally, if he was not satisfied with something, his mouth would pout slightly, and then he would quickly adjust it.

Boun's attention was drawn away by Prem and he stared for a while. Prem's every move is captured in front of him and seeps into his heart.

Prem finished a flower basket and looked up to see Boun staring at him in a daze. He smiled and said, "Are you tired?"

"No, compared to the usual workload, this is nothing." Having said that, it is quite boring to do one action for a long time. In addition, Boun felt his neck was tired from bending over and cutting flowers. "Isn't this table a bit low?"

Boun didn't really understand, he just observed the problem based on what he had just done.

"Yes, we were in a hurry to open the store, and couldn't find a suitable table, so we just had to use it for now." Prem brought a high stool and pressed down on Boun's shoulders to let him sit down. Now there was a suitable height difference between his body and the table, which made him much more comfortable.

Boun looked around but didn't find the second high stool. Just as he was about to speak, Prem explained, "It's not convenient to sit when arranging flowers because you have to move around to get things."

Since Prem said so, Boun was no longer polite. The two were busy with their work, occasionally chatting. But because Natt was still in the shop, they never talked about any useful and serious topics.

The sky outside was getting dark, Prem turned on all the lights in the shop. Natt had to leave first because of something. Before leaving, he asked Prem with concern whether he wanted him to buy food for him. After Prem smiled and refused, Natt said that he would come early to clean the shop tomorrow and told Prem not to clean up.

Boun watched Natt walk away and jokingly said, "Did you hire an employee or a boyfriend? He worries too much."

Prem deliberately didn't explain or answer, and changed the topic with a smile: "I'm so hungry. I'll go to the end of the street to buy food. Can you help me keep an eye on the store?"

Boun was upset, but he still took the lead in untying his apron: "I'll go buy it."

Prem smiled secretly, and Boun's little jealousy made him very satisfied. He lowered his head and continued to finish the flower basket in his hand.

Boun came back with the meal, and Prem's flower basket was finished and moved aside. Boun put the meal on the table and was unpacking it.

"I'm so hungry..."

Prem came over and reached out for the lunch box. Boun gently patted Prem's hand: "Go wash your hands."

Prem stuck out his tongue, quickly ran to the bathroom at the back to wash his hands, and ran back, holding out his hand in front of Boun: "Do you want to check? It's very clean."

Boun gently held Prem's fingers. The knuckles of the two did not touch much, but he could feel the coolness of Prem's freshly washed hands. This small action, not ambiguous, brought the two closer.

"It's quite clean, let's eat."

There was only one high stool and one low stool in the store, and no matter how they were assigned, they just sat on the doorstep of the flower shop. Boun bought chicken drumstick rice and added a fried egg for Prem. Prem saw that there was no fried egg in Boun's rice, so he quietly put the egg into Boun's lunch box.

For Boun, the act of sharing food is as intimate as unintentional physical contact.

After working hard for most of the day, the street lights outside had already been turned on. The two looked up at the busy traffic and people coming and going, each with their own little thoughts in mind, and did not speak for a while.

Prem has a small appetite and can't eat after eating half of it. He gets up and goes to the convenience store next door to buy soda. When he comes back, Boun is cleaning up the food waste of the two people. Prem playfully puts the Coke on Boun's face. The cold touch scares Boun, and he turns around to see Prem bending over with joy.

Boun opened the Coke that Prem had stuffed into his hand, and the two of them reached out to clink glasses, raised their heads and took a big sip, feeling refreshed.

"Thank you, Phi officer, for helping me with my work today."

Prem stood under the spotlight at the entrance of the flower shop, smiling like a flower, with bright eyes and white teeth. Boun became more and more certain that he wanted to understand the person in front of him. He wanted to know whether he liked sweet or spicy food, whether he preferred coffee or soda, and whether he wanted a warm hug when he was tired.

To Be Continued...

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