"Who could that be at such a moment," she wondered.
Gun Chatmanee sluggishly walked to the door and opened it.
She was met with a wide smile on a man's face.
"'Hi I'm Chakan Chalerm!" The young man said youthfully as he stretched his hand out and had a firm handshake with Gun Chatmanee.
"We are going to be neighbours!" He added.
Gun Chatmanee politely nodded back to acknowledge him as her neighbour.
"So, are you living here alone?" The man asked.
"Who else do you see apart from me?" She replied with a question instead of replying to his question.
The roads shimmered in the heat of the afternoon sun.
The sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, blue sky.
The afternoon sun bathed the buildings in its warm light.
Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.
Gun Chatmanee was seated in her living room unpacking some vegetables and utulity items she had just purchased online for her survival during the following months.
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The night sky was aglow with bright city lights.
The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.
Gun Chatmanee was seated on a seat on her balcony as she admired the twinkling stars.
She had a deep breath before she went back in the house to rest her head.
The crowd had a life of its own, the vibrant clothes shine in the morning light and the people move like enchanting shoals of fish.
There was chatter between sellers and buyers, old friends catching up, new friends made.
It was busy for sure, but the hustle and bustle brought a life to this city Gun Chatmanee wouldn't want to be without.
Gun Chatmanee could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as she walked across the vast parking lot.
There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella.
As she made her way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit her and the rich aroma of coffee which was delectable.
Gun Chatmanee made her way to the coffee bar at the end of the shop made of reclaimed wood.
A barista stood before her.
He welcomed her with a charming smile
She got my cup of Americano and paid for it in the next counter.
The aged wooden floor creaked beneath me as Gun Chatmanee was walking towards her table.
She made herself comfortable on a bulky wooden chair.
As she was almost leaving the cafe, Benz Narong called her.
She glided her forefinger across the screen and cupped her phone on her left ear.
"Hello? What do you want?"
"'Where did you go last night?"
"'Did you actually open the document I left you in that brown document? Well if you did well and good and if you didn't good and well." She replied.
"Gun Chatmanee, do you think that you are so special? Even if you left me on our wedding day I would not have shed a tear in you not even a crocodile one and don't you think that I'll run after you, you are just like a piece of trash to me." Benz Narong shouted from the other side of the phone.
With that, he hung up.
Gun Chatmanee did not even get a chance to explain herself.
The fingers clenching her phone were turning white while her cherry red lips moved soundlessly.
The man had not bother to tone down his voice at all, which meant that a lot of people had overheard her phone call.
The gazes that everyone else had shot her were ones filled with scorn and disgust, stabbing into her like thousands of needles.