It was a breezy, sunny day, full of that relaxed, chalet feel.
We were in the lift, heading toward the pool in Marriott Mai Khao, and chatting about inconsequential stuff. He mentioned someone he knew, called Lauria.
"Huh, not Laura?" I asked, secretly thinking of a particular brand of sanitary pads called Laurier.
"It's R-I-A lar. You think my English is so bad meh? I know the difference ok! My colleague is called Laura. That one confirmed correct. You know, tell Loh-rah I lovvveee herrr..." He sang.
I cracked up.
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