(Author Aom Ro)

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

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

Bell blinked profusely at Kita’s  motorcycle.

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

“You saved me from misery.” Kita replied.

Kita turned his eyes to meet Bell's.

Rice farming? Bell thought to himself.

They walked into the restaurant.

Everyone took a seat except Kita 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 Kita sat down next to him.

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

Kita 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, Kita leans foward whispering to Fon while his hand still on Bell's chair.

Bell clenched his fists on his shaking knees.

Flashback to Kita 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 drink today in front of Kit.” Bell declined the offer.

Wait, what? Kita thought to himself.

Kita stood up startling everyone else at the table.

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

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

Kita’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 Kita who sat back down stunned.

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

“Does that bother you?” Fon asked bluntly.

Kita stared at the table mat.