บท 107: Steal the Flying kiss

The terrace is buzzing with laughter and chatter, reserved entirely for family and friends. I find myself in the coolest girl gang—Meimei, Suyin, Ning, Vivian, and me. We're huddled around a table, drinks in hand, lost in juicy gossip and stories that have us laughing until our sides hurt.

Across the terrace, the boys are gathered near the bar, and I can't help but steal a few glances. Honestly, this looks like a gathering of Greek gods—broad shoulders, chiseled jawlines, and the kind of confidence that can only come from knowing you're ridiculously good-looking.

And then there's him.

One guy stands out among the rest, with piercing blue eyes, broad shoulders, and long hair that gives him an uncanny resemblance to a real-life Clark Kent. He's the most striking of the lot, but there's something about him—an aura of danger, like a storm simmering just beneath the surface.

Shit. He caught me staring.