Orm's Love Letter

The café was quiet, the chairs stacked, the lights dimmed. Orm sat at her favorite corner table, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. The day's chaos had faded, leaving only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old wood floors.

She stared out the window, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. Her thoughts wandered, drifting back to Lingling. A small smile tugged at her lips. How had she, Orm Sethratanapong, the self-proclaimed carefree, sassy queen, ended up engaged to someone like Lingling Kwong?

"She's a menace," Orm muttered to herself, though her smile widened. "A beautiful, terrifying menace."

She thought about Lingling's over-the-top jealousy—the glares she'd give Orm's admirers, the way she'd subtly cling to her arm in public as if to say, *She's mine.* It was equal parts hilarious and endearing.

And then there were the quieter moments: Lingling's soft kisses before bed, the way she'd silently leave a cup of tea on Orm's desk during late nights, her rare but genuine laughter when Orm managed to crack her icy exterior.

Orm's fingers drummed against the table. "How did I get so lucky?" she murmured, taking another sip of her coffee. "I love her so much."

The sound of the door creaking open startled her. Orm looked up to see Freen strolling in, her phone in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Orm asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Forgot my charger," Freen replied nonchalantly, though her smirk gave her away. She plopped into the chair opposite Orm, eyeing her suspiciously. "You've got that sappy look on your face. Thinking about your Ice Queen again?"

Orm chuckled. "Is it that obvious?"

"Painfully." Freen leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "So, what's the occasion? Anniversary? Did Lingling finally smile without a reason?"

Orm rolled her eyes. "No occasion. Just... thinking about how much she means to me. I love her, you know."

Freen gagged dramatically. "Ugh, stop. You're going to make me cry, and I left my tissues at Becky's."

"I'm serious," Orm said, laughing. "Sometimes I feel like I don't say it enough. How much I appreciate her. How much I love her."

Freen leaned back, folding her arms. "Duh, you're getting married. You'd better feel that way."

Orm smirked. "You're such a romantic, Freen."

"Hey, someone has to keep you grounded," Freen replied with a shrug. "But seriously, if you're planning some grand romantic gesture, let me know so I can warn Becky. She'll want to bring popcorn."

After Freen left, Orm remained at the table, her thoughts still swirling. Finally, she grabbed a notebook from behind the counter and began to write.

The words came slowly at first, but soon they poured out:

Dear Lingling,

I never thought I'd fall in love with someone who treats jealousy like an Olympic sport, but here we are.

You've made my life brighter, more colorful, and... honestly, a little scarier. But in the best way.

Orm paused, tapping her pen against the page. She smiled, then continued:

Thank you for loving me even when I drink your overpriced imported coffee without asking. Thank you for putting up with my jokes, my sass, and my late-night cravings for pancakes.

You've given me a kind of happiness I didn't know was possible. I'm so lucky to be yours. I love you more than anything, Lingling.

With a satisfied sigh, Orm folded the letter and tucked it into an envelope. "That should do it," she muttered, a soft smile on her face.

Orm wasn't entirely sure why she thought involving Becky was a good idea. But as soon as she called her, Becky was at the café within minutes, practically vibrating with excitement.

"A love letter? Oh, this is gold," Becky said, snatching the envelope from Orm's hands.

"Don't read it!" Orm exclaimed, lunging for the letter, but Becky danced out of reach, unfolding it dramatically.

"Let's see..." Becky began, her voice overly dramatic. "*Dear Lingling, I never thought I'd fall in love with someone who treats jealousy like an Olympic sport...*"

"Becky!" Orm yelled, her face burning.

Becky dissolved into laughter, clutching the letter to her chest. "Oh my god, this is amazing. Can I frame it? Just the part about the jealousy."

"Give it back!" Orm groaned, finally wresting the letter from Becky's hands. "Why did I even call you?"

"Because you secretly love my chaos," Becky said with a wink.

The next morning, Lingling found the letter neatly placed on her desk. She picked it up, her brow furrowing as she unfolded it. As she read, her expression softened, and by the time she finished, there was a faint glimmer in her eyes.

Orm pretended to be busy in the kitchen, her heart racing as she waited for Lingling's reaction. Finally, Lingling walked in, holding the letter.

"You're such an idiot," Lingling said, though her voice was unusually gentle.

Orm turned, grinning. "Your idiot. And I love you."

Lingling set the letter on the counter and wrapped her arms around Orm. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't say it enough, but you mean everything to me too. I love you more than words can say."

Orm tightened her hold on Lingling, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'll remind you every day if I have to. I love you, Ling."

Later that day, Lingling handed Orm an envelope with a suspiciously familiar smirk.

"What's this?" Orm asked, opening it cautiously.

Inside was a formal, typed letter on Kwong Corp letterhead:

Dear Orm,

Attached, you will find a pie chart depicting how my love for you has grown over time. Please note the exponential increase post-engagement.

Also, here is a graph detailing my happiness levels since meeting you. Spoiler: they're off the charts.

Orm burst into laughter, clutching the letter to her chest. "You're unbelievable."

"I thought you'd appreciate the corporate flair," Lingling said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Orm pulled her into another hug, her laughter subsiding into a soft smile. "I love you, Ling."

"I love you too," Lingling replied, resting her head against Orm's shoulder.

In that moment, everything felt perfect—just the two of them, their love, and their shared, ridiculous sense of humor.