Have you ever watched the whole series then dream about the appetising male lead afterwards only to be greeted with the same person the day after? Well it's a yes if you're working at a cafe that's famous for its mango cheese cake. I mean, the whole summer I've worked here, I've seen like 10 movie stars. Okay fine, mostly because they are C-list actors like my sister and also because Emily brings them here. But still, the excitement is like, ‘hi I'm your fan, can I get a signature? No, no, don't sign the book, sign my shirt, so people can see I have you signature on my back. Here's the marker pen!’That's exactly what I had in mind when I realised Mr Knight was sitting right in front of me when I was taking order from a fine, fine man and a woman who was too perfect to be this pretty and fun. The first thought I had was, is she with him? But as the ordering went by, I think they're just working together. Or at least Mr Knight is an asshole even to his colleagues. Though daymmmmn,

I thought a guy his age can navigate the date into an awesome, memorable one but turns out it/he/the-date-and-him is soooooo boring (sure, memorably boring) because I'm the one who have to ask all the questions. It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us. I didn't even want to eat that thing (I work with mango cheese cake, mango milkshake, mango everything-dessert so imagine my lack of interest) but it's so boring and awkward not to do anything I kept on shoving the mango ice shaved into my mouth. My teeth froze a couple times but I kept putting the ice in. I've gotta say I couldn't wait to get out of there. But then he suddenly told me he needed a new tie for tomorrow's important meeting. He brought me to a luxury boutique that I didn’t know how to pronounce the name but it screamed money, so I tagged behind him like another salesperson who recognised him instantly the moment she saw him. He sure is a regular the

"Thanks for dropping me home." I tell him once the car stops in front of my house. It's been one flavorful date. I feel like I went out on two dates instead of one; ass-tight Mr Knight before the dinner, and charming Augustine 8pm onwards. "You're welcome." My heart swoons every time he smiles, and right now I really want to take my phone out to take a picture of him and his smile. On top of the two photos we took while we're at the restaurant."Oh, totally forgot about the pictures! Can you air-drop me those now?" "Sure," another smile. Ouch my heart. The sound of it falling. Never knew someone can touch your heart just by flashing a smile. I can't help but sneakily take a picture of him looking at his phone, probably marking the pictures he wants to air-drop. "I just realised I don't have your number." "Oh, sure," I key in my number while he holds his phone, "There. Air-drop me those pitchas please." "A date for every picture." Heh, funny. Though throughout the dinner he's

"Hi." I startle the moment I hear that voice just three days after I rejected him at the cafe. I was this close to have that walk of winning-a-scene when his stupid phone suddenly rang that he excused himself to attend an urgent matter. Fuck you, for robbing that moment from me! I turn around only to see him standing tall in front of me. Instead of wearing a full suit, he's only in a dress pants and a white dress shirt. The first two buttons of his shirt were not done as the sleeves were rolled until they stop near his elbow. As usual, it's a tight fitting shirt that makes him look like Clark Kent about to transform to be Superman. "Can I buy you a meal?" He asks when I keep quiet, just staring at him blankly. Okay perhaps not blankly, I'm taking note of how hawt he is right now. FYI I just watched the latest Superman movie last night hence the reference. Drooling on Henry Cavill 🤤"Are you asking me for a date?" I arch an eyebrow as he chuckles. "Sure, if you're willing to." P

"I need to tell you something." I think it's important to let him know about this one thing before we proceed further, before we're too far gone. "Hmmm?" He asks with a flushed face. His lips are glistening with my juice. Honestly if I know he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight I'd dress up beautifully instead of donning this stupid donut pyjamas. And if I know I'm going to lose my virginity tonight I'd at least put on a nice set of lingerie instead of this purple marshmallow-pattern cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I look like a 15 year old. "I'm a virgin." "Oh?" He looked confused but then sits down in between my wide spread legs. "Oh." It has finally sinked in."So, do you want to stop? I don't mind. Really." He tries to convince me he's okay with it, even with his facial expression. I giggle as I shake my head, "I'm just letting you know, in case you don't want to sleep with a virgin." "Why wouldn't I?" "Aren't you afraid if I'm going to get clingy or som