7 It All started when she ruined his blind date
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Rena could always encounter Leo accidentally.
It all started when she ruined his blind date.
A few days ago.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Rena arrived at the upscale Cafe Carrefour. The host of the cafe led her to a reserved table that was on a balcony on the second floor.
Rena clutched a bouquet in her hands. Every once in awhile, she would look down and admire the lavender-colored roses that she now held.
On her way here, Rena came across a couple that was in the middle of an argument. The girlfriend was holding a bouquet that her boyfriend had given her earlier, and when she noticed Rena, she suddenly stopped and tossed it to her.
"Here. I don't have any need for these anymore," the woman explained bitterly. "They should go to someone who will enjoy them."
The boyfriend started to say something in protest, but only sighed in defeat. He watched as his girlfriend turned and stalked away from him before he walked in the opposite direction himself.
Rena found it odd that the man didn't run after his girlfriend. Since she was an outsider, she wondered if this fight was an actual breakup or something that the couple regularly did. Maybe they would each take a chance to cool down before they made up again.
Of course, it wasn't as if Rena herself had any experience in this department. She had been single her whole life and recognized how love and romance changed things. Every holiday was treated as important as Valentine's Day for a couple, even if it seemed a bit outlandish. On Halloween, couples would dress up in matching costumes, and even April Fools Day, which was today, was dedicated to pranking your significant other.
Since it was the only time she had received flowers, Rena decided to take them with her to the cafe. She found it a little ironic that her being here today had nothing to do with romance.
She took out her phone from her purse and checked the time. She was five minutes early and didn't know what to do with herself. Rena looked down at the street below her and watched people and cars heading wherever they needed to be.
About ten minutes later, she heard footsteps next to her. When she looked up, she locked eyes with a very handsome man. He was well dressed in a navy suit, and his short brown hair was slicked back. Though his smooth and chiseled features were alluring, what caught Rena's attention the most were his eyes. He had large dark green orbs that felt like they could see into your very soul.
On the other hand, the man's cold expression and rigid posture gave her the impression that this man was serious and aloof, and might have a few walls up. It didn't quite match the image in her head of what the "Prince of Fortune" would look like, as that was his name on f*******:.
Rena stood up from her seat. "Hello, are you Mr. Caswell?" she asked politely.
"Yes," came the curt reply.
It was common for people that you talk to on the internet to appear different in person. Since "Prince of Fortune" had no photos on his profile page, Rena didn't know what he was going to look like. For all she knew, Mr. Caswell could have been bald and fat.
"Please, sit back down," Mr. Caswell said, still cold.
And he continues not to be very chatty, Rena quietly observed. She sat down in her seat and stared at her roses nervously. She didn't know where to put them, and there was no vase available on the table. Eventually, Rena's hands began to sweat, and she set them down off to the side.
She wondered what Mr. Caswell made of her bouquet. Would he think that she brought the flowers for him? But even if he chose to ask about them, Rena decided that she would never reveal their origins.
She coughed a little to clear her throat. "Mr. Caswell, I assume that you already know who I am," she started.
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