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Sarawat chose that moment to push off the wall and walk over. He didn’t say a word. He just slid an arm around Tine’s waist—firm, casual, like he’d done it a thousand times—and looked at Green.

Green was a force of nature in pastel sweaters. For three weeks, he’d been leaving tiny love notes in Tine’s locker, appearing with iced coffee exactly when Tine’s throat was dry, and serenading him with a ukulele outside the economics building. Green was relentless. Green was sweet. And Tine, who only wanted a normal, girl-filled university experience, was desperate.

“He followed me into the men’s bathroom yesterday,” Tine whispered to his friends, Fong and Ohm, as they huddled over a sticky cafeteria table. “He complimented my hand-washing technique.” 2gether Ep 1

Green’s smile faltered. “Who?”

Sarawat’s arm didn’t move from his waist. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Sarawat chose that moment to push off the wall and walk over

He turned to thank Sarawat, but Sarawat wasn’t looking at Green’s retreating back. He was still looking at Tine. And in his dark eyes, there was no longer coldness. There was something else. Something like the first chord of a song you don’t recognize but already love.

“This is just acting, right?” Tine asked, suddenly unsure. Green was a force of nature in pastel sweaters

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