(Author Aom Ro)

For Det's birthday, their shortest friend the rest of pack pitched in for the dinner.

At the enterance, Kit came over restaurant  with his muddy rice farming outfit and hat.

Bell blinked profusely at Kit's  motorcycle.

“Didn’t know I pulled you away from chores.” Fon mentions in regret.

“You saved me from misery.” Kit replied.

Kit turned his eyes to meet Bell's.

Rice farming? Bell thought to himself.

They walked into the restaurant.

Everyone took a seat except Kit who glanced at backside of Charn sitting next to Bell.

"Um, excuse me P'Charn, I prefer to sit there."

"Okay?" Charn gets up and takes seat next to Det.

Bell's skin tensed up as Kit sat down next to him.

A few seconds later, Bell hesitated before scooting his seat further away from Kit.

Kit grabbed onto bottom of chair and pulled Bell's chair closer to him which made Bell’s face flushed and leans away in disgust.

Everyone looking at menus, Kit leans foward whispering to Fon while his hand still on Bell's chair.

Bell clenched his fists on his shaking knees.

Flashback to Kit pinned Bell on the floor before he slowly went lower to lick Bell's stomach.

“Which wine did you want?” Fon asked across from Bell.

Bell sideglanced at Kit’s widden eyes. Bell turned his attention back to Fon.

 “I shouldn't today in front of Kit.” Bell declined the offer.

Wait, what? Kit thought to himself.

Kit stood up startling everyone else at the table.

“Hold on! Bell isn’t 18 like me and Det?!" Kit intervened in a shocked shout.

Fon raised his eyebrow. "You didn't know Bell is 32 all this time?"

Kit's mouth gaped at the info. "No!”

Bell hid his face in the menu.

“Bell signed up to college late, he’s really 32 years old with good genes.” Fon explained to Kit who sat back down stunned.

Kit muttered under his breath. “He’s my senior by 14 years?!"

“Does that bother you?” Fon asked bluntly.

Kit stared at the table mat.