“No, he sat down with me after I chose a seat. I was waiting for you.”
“You do realize that P’Wisit is interested in you, don’t you?”
“Sud, we already talked about this.”
“Yeah, we did. You told me he’s just being friendly. But I think he’s interested in you in a different way. Did you know he’s bisexual?”
I watch Noi process the information. “No. But I still think you’re wrong. If he wanted to date me, he would have said so by now.”
“He asked you to go to the night market with him. More than once.”
“Sure, but not for a date!”
“Open your eyes, Noi. You’re being naïve.” I turn to leave. “See you later—I have some stuff I forgot to do.”
“But what about lunch?” he calls after me.
“I’m not hungry anymore,” I mumble to myself, not looking back.
Chapter Seventeen: Mee Noi
Igo back to the table at the canteen and sit down to finish my meal, although I don’t feel much like eating anymore. Are Bua and Sud right? Does P’Wisit like melike that?
“Everything okay with Sud?” P’Wisit asks, looking me over with his dark, luminous eyes. I bet all the girls—and, I guess, guys—melt when he does that, acts like I’m the most important person in the world.Fuck.
“Yeah. He just forgot he has something he has to do,” I say.
“Listen, I’m going to the night market again tonight. Are you free?”
“I have a workshop,” I say.
Undeterred, P’Wisit asks, “What about tomorrow night? After that I’m booked and may not get to go again for a long time.”
I should go. It would be fun. But what if Bua and Sud are right? But P’Wisit hasn’t called it a date. How am I supposed to know? Sud called me naïve, which pisses me off. I’m not naïve. I feel comfortable with P’Wisit, so why shouldn’t I go to the nightmarket with him? If P’Wisit really is interested in me as more than a friend, he’ll say so, and I can deal with it then.
“Sure. That will work,” I say.
P’Wisit’s face lights up. “Really? Great! I’ll come by your dorm, and we’ll walk there.”
I smile. “Sounds good.”
He stands and gathers his books. “I should get to class, but I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
I nod. As P’Wisit leaves, heads turn all over the canteen to watch him go. He’s so popular, which just reinforces my opinion that Sud and Bua are wrong. Why in the world would P’Wisit like someone like me when he could have anybody?
Glancing at my watch, I hurry to finish my food and get to my leadership and teamwork class.
My group has a project due in a couple of days, and preparation for it eats up the two and a half hours of class time. At some point, Sud texts me, but I don’t have time to open it until I’m seated in my next class.
Did he ask you out?
My investment analysis professor walks in, already telling us to get out our books. He has a strict no phones policy, so I have to wait until after class to text Sud back.
We’re going to the night market tomorrow night. He didn’t call it a date.
After sending the text, I pocket my phone and rush back to the dorm to shower and dress for the workshop because I’m running late.
Sud picks me up just after five. I don’t think it’s my imagination that he’s annoyed.