Battles Of The Players: Hate Me To Love Me
“It’s time for the contest! The annual island beauty and talent walk!”
They started selecting participants. When they pointed at Narat, he froze, eyes wide with nervousness. I leaned in and whispered, “You got this, love. Just be yourself.”
He gave me a small, unsure smile as they pulled him away to get ready with the other contestants.
I sat with the group of men under the shade of a big palm tree, gisting and laughing about fishing stories and island life. They were friendly and curious about the city, but never pushy. We talked about boats, the best spots to catch crabs, and how the sea changes with the moon.