Meanwhile, Pasco was back in Phnom Penh for an
architecture conference. He spotted Debbie's
campaign posters all over the city and couldn't resist texting her.
When Debbie received the text, she was lying on her couch with Sarai, watching a cheesy romantic comedy.
Pasco: "Saw your work today. Impressive as always."
Debbie: "Thanks."
Pasco: "Maybe we could talk sometime?"
Sarai leaned over her shoulder, reading the texts.
"Ooooh, dangerous territory. Don't fall for it, Debs. He's like one of those characters in soap operas who comes back right when you're about to move on."
"Stop narrating my life," Debbie groaned, throwing a pillow at her.