Going Off-Script
Five years into my quest to conquer the male lead, Patrick Suede forgot my birthday once again.
Instead, the villainess texted me, “So what if it’s your birthday? He came crawling to me at the snap of my fingers.
For once, I didn’t take the System’s suggestion to break down.
I replied, “Thank you. You’re the only one who remembered my birthday today.”
The response back was a big question mark.
My phone kept going off with notifications.
“Seriously. Were you meant to send that to someone else?
“Are you for real? That’s kind of sad.
“What do you want for your birthday?
“Forget it. I’m coming over. Since you can’t eat mangoes, I’ll get you a strawberry cake.
“Honestly, you’re a handful.”
…
When my doorbell rang, I grinned at the System.
“The mission is to romance the main character of this world. You never said it had to be a guy.”