Bright Vachirawit as Jay
And Win Metawin as Cole
His hands wrapped around a wood....
A wooden stick swept across the dirty streets of Est Balcotahe. With a sigh, Jay wiped the sweat off his forehead and looking everywhere. People were walking past him, some with their phones, many with heads straight to their paths.
"Lucky them..."
Jay placed the broom beside him. He sat in front of the famous glass building as people step inside the sliding doors. Jay's eyes followed them, waiting for his chance hopelessly. "When will it be my turn." he uttered, stomach grumbling in response.
He had been sweeping floors, serving drinks because his life depends on it—Jay's determination never failed...
But it might be his last straw.
A suitcase suddenly banged his shoulder, making him look up with furrowed brows.
"Oh sorry I didn't see you there," Cole, in a black polished suit said calmly, while Jay's eyes looked at him with offense. There were men behind him as the man stood tall and proud, hair glistening in gel.
Jay's jaw clenched and stood up, the heat of irritation went over. "Hey, do you know how much I swept all day? There's still space over there by the door. Are you mindless or are you just sleepwalking?"
Jay gulped and the words in his mind faded. He nodded, refraining himself to make any rude remark. The man walked past by him with a slight glint in his eyes, then looking away.
But then something caught Jay's eyes.
A woman with sparkly eyes followed behind Cole, looking at back at Jay. He double-blinked as if he saw a goddess dressed in Prada.
Jay sighed and eyes stared at the broad shoulders clothed with the black polished suit, followed by men. "I wanna punch that arrogant man but I can't afford it. Haa. Literally." Jay leaned to the wall, eyes wandering elsewhere.
But when Jay's eyes traced inside the building again...
Cole, in that suit was still staring at him in the elevator with an uknown intensity in his gaze. Jay gulped. His breath hitched and tightened the grip around the broom.
The elevator closed.
Jay's brows furrowed, why is he looking at me like that?