Chatchada knelt on the ground, her breath gasping and her heart pounding. She removed his gloves and took his phone from his pocket, looking at the call displayed on the screen. It's Farid’s call. Chatchada tossed the phone aside, grabbed the water bottle, and pushed it immediately into her mouth.

Mark approached her from behind and sat down next to her. He gazed blankly ahead as he shook the water bottle in his palm.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

His voice was so low that just two people could hear it. Chatchada came to a halt and stared at him, her strange black eyes locked on the man's face.

"He'll keep justifying himself and promising that he won't be with another lady. Ridiculous!"

Mark arched an eyebrow, his brilliant brown gaze fixed on her. She was clearly irritated with the man who had just phoned her.

"Did something occur?"

While wiping perspiration off her brow with a towel, the corner of Chatchada's lips raised slightly.

"Nothing. I simply have a bad feeling about him."

Her phone rang again. Chatchada stowed a towel and his phone in his rucksack, threw it over her shoulder, and walked towards the exit.

"Goodbye, Mark." She stopped at the door, her entire body looking in front, and raised her hand to indicate the man behind her.

“You are really not fine. I can…”

"Not at all, Mark. Please leave me alone."

Chatchada refused to let Mark complete his sentence and hurriedly exited the practice area. The warm sunshine streamed onto the path through the hundreds of years old trees, generating uneven light streaks. Even though the scene outside was busy, it couldn't make Chatchada's heart skip a beat. She appears to be alone in her life.She grinned as she closed her eyes. It wasn't the first time she'd been sad, but the sensation of being deceived by those closest to her was unsettling. She felt the need to drink something. Maybe a little drink might help her right now.

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"Good day, and what would you want to order at "Be Unique"?" The salesman questioned her in a monotonous voice.

"Oh, you just mentioned the pub’s name is 'Be Unique,' well... that's fascinating... However, I don't have time to appreciate it. Let's see... I need a brandy or anything that would make me feel as though everything is right in front of me."

The salesman stopped typing orders into the computer and fixed his gaze on her.

“Did you just break up?”

Chatchada was perplexed. She smoothed the knotted strand of hair in front of her brow, attempting to speak in the most calm voice she could muster.

"Perhaps... can be viewed thus. But perhaps not. He's still contacting me...hmm... he's still phoning me."

And she took out her phone, opened the call log, and held it up in front of the waiter to prove she wasn't lying.

"What are you trying to prove?" shrugged the waiter as he stared at her. “Just a few phone calls and a stupid request. Are you not dissatisfied?"

"OK. You are right. I had a breakup." Chatchada spoke in hushed tones.

"All right, do you miss him?"

"It is not!"

"You're feeling frustrated because he's bothering you."

"Right."

"Why?"

"He pretended to be very busy while sleeping with my best friend. And she's pregnant."

"Is that his child?"

"I'm not sure. But… He did, after all, sleep with her."

"Would you like to exact revenge on him?"

“Want… But how?” Chatchada inquired quietly.

The salesman slowly took out a red lipstick after giving her a glass of Everclear, the world's strongest liquor, originating in the United States. Then, the salesman leaned close to her ear, whispering in a voice filled with magic.

“Put lipstick on your lips and it will tell you what to do with that man.”

Chatchada looks suspiciously at the salesman while holding lipstick in her palm. Her lips contacted the Everclear glass, and her entire body burned like fire after just one drink. Her eyelids went heavy, and everything in front of her blurred, even the salesman's weird smile. Chatchada leaned back against the table, her fingers still clutching the lipstick. The lipstick seemed to gleam in the blink of an eye.