2. Easy

                                    

                                          
After being frozen for a few seconds, Arthit went closer to the sleeping figure, still fascinated. Slim but well built. He looked nothing like his brother. 
                          
The young man looked like he was resting after a long work session. He had a pair of golden glasses near him. His chest going up and down rhythmically.
                          
On his way to wake him up, Arthit stumbled upon a table with half-made designs, which, even in its incomplete stage, were something so innovative that Arthit couldn't argue that the sleeping boy must have true talent. Even the space they were in was carefully crafted, all with round edges, soft carpet and no figures with sharp edges. Everything looked sturdy and in place. 
                          
His fingers went over some of the designs, feeling like his previous confidence was a bit hindered. He was still confident about him being able to impress the little genius, right?
                          
He could see pure talent, a unique vision everywhere he looked. Something felt weird about the space, but he couldn't put his finger on it. What was it?
                          
Suddenly a voice behind him spoke.
                          
"If I ever find any piece of my designs with your signature, I will sue the fuck out of you!"
                          
Threatened the voice. And Arthit, surprised,  looked at the angry face, now in front of him. A beautiful face framed with the glasses that he had previously seen pierced him, looking so angry and determined that it was even threatening.
                          
"I'm Arthit, Arthit Ronjapat. Nice to meet you!"
                          
Arthit waiied in respect, serious. He then noticed that the young man had his fingers blackened with ink.
                          
"Arthit"
                          
The boy looked beyond shocked about him being there. And Arthit, imagining his next question, answered first.
                          
"Your brother gave me a key."
                          
The young man in front of him was speechless, like he couldn't believe that the elder was in his safe space. How? Why? He looked around, waiting for something else, but nothing happened.
                          
He gaped, and Arthit took it as a sign that no one ever came up to the top floor. He could see how conflicted the other man was, he looked like he was having an internal battle.
                          
After giving him a bit of time to recuperate from the initial shock, Arthit waiied again and introduced himself, full title this time.
                          
"I'm Arthit Ronjapat, Vice Manager of Ronjapat Engineering Group. Nice to meet you, Kun Atthaphan."
                          
"Suttiluck, Kongpob Sutiluck."
                          
Corrected him the beautiful man.
                          
"I kept my mum's surname." Explained, and smiled at Arthit sweetly like he was trying to convey something else.
                          
Arthit had a heart attack. That smile!
                          
Getting  back to current affairs, Konpob asked
                          
"Why are you here?"
                          
"To impress you."
                          
Said Arthit confidently.
                          
"What if after you impress me, I don't want to let you go?"
                          
Responded Kongpob playful and somewhat serious.
                          
"I go back to my company; I have my own place to go back to."
                          


                          
 "But, I could bring you with me."
                          
Added Arthit after realising that his previous answer had just turned cold the ambient.