The Next Prince, Special Chapter 4 pg3
The Next Prince, Special Chapter 4 pg3
Jirat wasn’t thinking about anything. As for Kalavin, he was sulking. It wasn’t malicious, but what should I do? It is a type of polite and tactful approach, not abrupt but considered skillful.
The party atmosphere was lively as Nin went there happily. Itti often made jokes and made Tarin and Tanattai laugh. As for Chakri, he made Khanin get up from the table frequently. It is because of his meticulous and caring nature that is deeply ingrained.
“I’m going to refill it.” At this point, even though it was red faced and drinking, I still wanted to get up and refill the drink for everyone until Khanin reluctantly said something.
“Butler.”
“Is there anything I can do for you, Your Highness?” The voice is not firm, telling everyone that the consciousness of the other party has fallen below normal. Chakri leaned closer to Khanin and the younger man rushed to get up from the table to pat the obese person sitting down before he could stand up.
“Help me act like a party person.” Khanin’s ordinary sentence made everyone laugh knowingly. As for the person who was reprimanded, he sat and frowned.
“I’m working for Your Highness.”
“It’s not like that. You don’t have to take care of me so well. Just...”
“Wow... It’s easy to say, but it’s hard for me to do.” If it weren’t for the alcohol in his bloodstream, Chakri wouldn’t dare to speak up like this.
Evaa laughed, lifted the drink in her hand to take a sip, then realized it was empty.
Drinking until losing track of time, Evaa has been showing more interest in reading books to gain knowledge about various types of drinks. Because of this, she often visits fancy bars to interact with a certain person.
“Are you at the same place this weekend?” Evaa’s eyes left the dining table to invite someone to chat.
Mira, who is brewing a drink as a gift to the host, pauses to hold a conversation. A younger person quickly raises their hand to avoid interrupting.
“Young Lady”
“Don’t worry about formalities. Do you work at the same place this week?” Evaa’s usual habit is to learn about something in great detail when she becomes interested in it. And of course, for someone as renowned as Mira in the field of brewing drinks, she is one of the first people Evaa wants to discuss with.
“I’ve moved to a place on Saint Street this week.”
“Oh, I see.”
Saint Street is famous for being a bustling alley for nighttime tourists. It’s quite chaotic and often leads to arguments between tourists. Certainly, someone as well known as Evaa should avoid getting too close.
“Young Lady, you shouldn’t go there.” The bartender’s warning is not far from what Evaa expected. In fact, she doesn’t like to drink or go out at night very much.
Lately, Evaa has spent most of her days off traveling to meet Mira at the high end VIP lounge, observing the mixed crowd and drinks, gaining some knowledge but also not. But she still goes.
What can I say? Mira is an artist. Just by watching the way the other party prepares drinks, it’s already interesting.
The most important thing is... the young bartender is hard to pin down. Although Evaa is interested in how she can work at the highest level of luxury bars, she still rotates to work in regular bars in alleys, which can be called diverse and open minded about jobs.
Thank you... It’s interesting.
As I said, lately I’ve been into drinks and brewing techniques, but if it’s like this, will I not see you this week?” The girls were talking to and seeking additional knowledge, speaking in a soft voice.
Mira falls silent, her equipment hanging in midair, as if she has forgotten the brewing process for a moment.
The young bartender reflects, and her eyes blink before she begins to feel that something inside her is slightly wrong. At the same time, Evaa asks a few sentences back with a clear voice.
“I...”
“Is there a set price for private drink service? Actually, I don’t like to compare myself with anyone.”
“...”
“I want to learn from knowledgeable people, like you, Mira.”
…
The food on the table is almost gone, and the clock reads over five in the afternoon. Petai, who drank more than enough, avoided the commotion and stood leaning against the riverside, feeling the wind. The beautiful couple’s eyes scanned the nearby Royal Palace with a nonchalant look, rubbing against the many thoughts in their heads, pacing back and forth.
There are many things to think about and decide on during this time.
“I’m here. What’s going on?” Charan strode over, scanning the face of a certain young man, before looking away to avoid making him uncomfortable.
Perhaps because he knows Petai’s personality well enough, Charan knows how to approach this person.
“Feeling a bit dizzy, I needed to take a break and get some air. Did everyone else leave already?”
“They already left.”
Wow... congratulations again on your love life!” But Petai isn’t one to talk much. Charan knows that his aloof demeanor isn’t unfriendly, but rather a sign of someone who is skilled at hiding their emotions. At this moment, Charan sees that the other party is genuinely expressing their happiness towards each other.
But that lack of outward expression might also be due to some things that Petai is thinking about.
“Thank you... who knows, you might have your own happy ending someday.”
“What?”
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