Scylla and Charybdis

RIGHT OVER EASY

Trying all he can to drown the urge of yawning and eventually falling asleep, Jeff paces hither and thither inside the small lobby of the Human Resources Department of the Commercial Bank Of Thailand. Waiting for more than half-an-hour now, he looks at his watch, whose hands tell him that it is 7:05 in the morning. Upon his arrival earlier, the security guard at the lobby assisted him to where he is now.

"A little exercise will wake my senses up for sure," Jeff said to himself as he takes small strides beside a couch. He stops momentarily to do a couple of stretches, careful not to rip the coat he is wearing. Below it, Jeff has a long-sleeved shirt in dark purple color, which is tucked inside his black, well-ironed pants that is held in place by a leather belt. On his feet is a pair of dark brown shoes, which gleams a shine that can catch anyone's attention.

With the air-conditioning system still off, Jeff takes off his coat and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it out from being tucked in to prevent him from sweating like a pig. As he moves his hanky up and down across his back to dry it, the door of the room swings open, causing him to look to the same direction – almost half-naked – with his chest and tummy exposed.

Before the threshold stood two guys, who are both wearing matching clothes of white, short-sleeved polo shirts with creases that can only be made possible through careful ironing.

"OH SHIT!" exclaimed Jeff, facing away from the onlookers to fix his attire.

The two by the door look at each other after, using expressions instead of voices to ask the same questions – "Who is this guy?" and "What is he doing here?"

"I'm sorry about that. I was doing some light exercises to keep me from being drowsy," said Jeff, facing the two again while putting his coat back on.

"That is something we don't see every day," said one of the two. He smiles, revealing his teeth that can outdo a pearl's whiteness, making him undoubtedly cute as his Chinese eyes close in the process.

"Who are you?" asked the other while smirking, revealing a deep dimple on each cheek. He sports a long hair that has been cut to the right – his right – just a little after the small widow's peak.

"I am Worakamon Satur. I was invited here for an interview," answered Jeff. The two enters the room while he is still talking.

"Ahhh. Jeff. I was the one who called you yesterday afternoon. I am Golf," said the guy with the widow's peak, stopping a good arms-length from Jeff and extends a hand to him for a shake, which the other takes unreluctantly. "This is my boyfriend," he continued, releasing their hold and pointing to the Chinese-eyed guy beside him.

"Thitiphat Chankaew; I'm an accountant here; you can call me Folk." Jeff and he shake hands after. "The aircon opens at 8 in the entire building," Folk said on, prompting Jeff to look at his watch again – twenty-two minutes to go.

"We'll start at 8:05, Jeff. I'll just put down my things and log in," said Golf.

"Right. I'll wait here," answered Jeff, nodding.

"If you want to go to the bathroom, it's outside – second door on the right with a signboard."

"Thanks, but I'm good."

"I see. Be ready, then." Golf turns to Folk after.

"I'll head on upstairs," Folk said.

"Okay," returned Golf. Without warning, the two lovebirds kiss, and their lone audience, gets a full view of it.

The action, however, doesn't make Jeff bashful at all. When Gameplay and he were still together, they did it whenever one gave the other a ride to his workplace. Looking down on the floor, Jeff purses his lips, sad at the fact that there is no one to which he could do the same gesture with.