The Chemistry Of Love

Coffee.

Afternoon light sank low in the sky, and three gusts of wind blew through the hair, swaying a branch of flowers in front of the bar.

H adored this afternoon as much as he loved a black Coke, an unspoken passion that began when I thought that was rather lovely.

Hoai Thanh always said it was lovely, a very modern kind of sweet. His eyes are bright, his eyelids are lengthy, and his jaw is shaped like a template. She knows she's attractive; she's stunning in the late afternoon sun or even on hot summer afternoons.

The gold of the sun cuts through the middle of Hoai Thanh nose, soaring, and the look of Hoai Thanh stops on the face for a few tens of seconds.

"Do you always have such a lovely appearance?"

Andy twitched his eyes at Hoai Thanh, indicating that he doesn't enjoy being laughed at like that.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Words just came out of nowhere, and I wasn't frightened to pursue them. Andy had never heard me give him such an open and honest assessment.

"f**k, being as smart as you are, there's nothing you can do with each face."

He rotated his head to Hoai Thanh with his back to the chair, a slightly elevated look known as the fan.

There's no point in comparing oneself to others in life; Andy wishes he was a little smarter; he doesn't think he's smart enough.

Since he was a child, he's been trying to be as good as Hoai Thanh, and Hoai Thanh is wholly consumed with trying to be the best.

They gradually improve and never know. Andy and I, both friends and foes, seemed to be propelling one other forward.

Andy and I have such a complicated and straightforward relationship.

He always complimented my abilities, which made me appreciate him even more.

"I'm hungry, give me a place to sleep tonight."

Even if I disagree, your little motel room always needs an unwanted man, and he'll be in for a nap as usual.

Only a bicycle and a new fan were worth anything in the room, which was only a few square feet broad and had an old bed with torn holes in it that he had not yet replaced.

The sound of frogs, which squeaked loudly and drowned out Miss Thanh Tuyen speech, drowned out Miss Thanh Tuyen voice at the spot where Hoai Thanh just slept and washed, similar to the abandoned house where he now rests.

"You drive home to sleep with the windows open, and every bed has to be crammed to fit you in?"

He then slices the coffee spoon in half with his middle finger and moves on to the remaining coffee in the glass. The gesture is not disagreeable, even if the words indicate no.

Andy understands that it's supposed to be consenting.

"Please let me borrow your suit."

Except for Hoai Thanh, you don't like sharing things with other people.

"This is the Vietnamese language."

"Well, it's five o'clock," his familiar voice would say before he could respond.

During the day, radio Vietnam delivers the news via neighborhood radio speakers every 5 p.m. In my spare time, I'm looking forward to hearing the news.

And how much have the vegetables increased in price today?

There's the price of rice, the cost of beef, and even the price of gold.

The news was not particularly interesting.

I dragged Andy back to work on the cash the neighborhood speaker's voice is now absorbed by the speaker's voice, which is a little more destructive than the teacher's.

The mistress of the cafe is the first person you see with a loudspeaker accent, and you have to mention it's loud and loud.

You'd still be scraping your bills... with no mouth to sleep... if I couldn't even connect with Andy... because of those speakers. You'd be living beneath the neighborhood's loudspeaker. Andy starts the car, I get in, and they both get out simultaneously. You two are on the verge of rupturing the eardrums.

"Hey, you..." says the narrator.

Singing takes an hour.

"What are you talking about?" "Wow, what are you shouting?"

Hoai Thanh takes a seat behind Andy, allowing you to see him snag, but it has no idea how amusing it is in Hoai Thanh eyes.

"..."

"How come you didn't say anything?"

"I'd shut up since you sounded like you had a loud voice."

"Who made you stop talking?"

When two people are together, they always have this kind of chat; if they don't, they assume the two middle school students are reviling them.

Both of them were unaware of the concept of love, despite falling in love with various people. At the age of 18, when no one would notice, the love of chickens and adult love separated several levels of perception.

If a friendship is untangled, it can last a lifetime.

However, the other end of the line breaks when one moves from friendship to love. Years later, you'll know if you're optimistic or pessimistic.

And now, Andy and Hoai Thanh are still enjoying their youth, strolling across Saigon in the afternoon light in 1988.