Bangkok was a whirlwind of sights, sounds, and smells. The bustling streets, the golden temples, and the vibrant night markets enchanted Debbie. Filex took her to Wat Arun at sunset, the temple glowing in hues of orange and pink.
"It's beautiful," Debbie whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the view.
"You're beautiful," Filex replied, slipping his hand into hers. Debbie laughed, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to keep saying that every chance you get?"
"Yes," he said simply, his gaze unwavering.
That evening, they explored a floating market together. Filex bought her a delicate bracelet made of tiny pearls, fastening it around her wrist with surprising care.
"It suits you," he said, brushing his thumb over her hand. Debbie glanced at the bracelet, her cheeks warming. "Thank you. For everything."
"You don't have to thank me," Filex said, leaning closer. "I'm just happy to see you smile."