So the cold hot CEO almosts runs me down. He gets out of his car. He barks, “What the hell were you thinking, cruising on that plastic toy?” He points. I look. Continue below…
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    My pedal-less cruiser is plastic rubble under the monster wheels. I almost cry. But then I look at him. My tears dry. Because he is so hot. He is the dryer I wish I have to dry my single suit of errand boy clothes. I have no dryer. I wash with my red swollen hands and drip dry my errand boy clothes. Next day I wear them soaking wet and by noon they are dry.
    Okay. Where was I? He is so hot. Right.
    He is wiping his glasses. This is a good sign. He’s not a dumb CEO. He can read, that’s why he’s wearing glasses.
    “Are you dumb?” He barks. He’s rude, but it’s okay. I know he fell in love with me at first sight. Cold hot CEOs who like you are always rude. If they are nice and polite they don’t like you.

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      Is he . . . crying? Because something’s making his guyliner run 🤔

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      “I – I – ” I revert to Candy Girl mode. I bat my eyelashes, I stick out my tongue, even though it’s very dry and sticking to my teeth. Pedalling for one mile is thirsty work.

      “Are you a Candy Girl?” He barks. It confirms how crazy he is about me. If he hates you, he’ll talk all kind and nice.

      “No, I’m not.” I flash him my sad, adorable Candy Girl look. It always works in dramas. He looks sick, but I know it means he’s thinking about marrying me. Maybe tomorrow. If he smiles back, he’s not interested.
      “I’m an errand boy-girl,” I smile wistfully, like Park Shinhye in Memories. I practise that look all the time at the traffic lights, I’m too poor to own a mirror so I comb my hair and stuff in the lights. My face stares back at me in three different colours, red, green and yellow. Like how cool is that?

      “You’re a girl.”
      “No.” I angle my face so it glows in the headlights of his Jaguar. He takes a step back, because he wants to cuddle me so bad, he’s fighting it. “I’m a boy-girl.”
      He takes another step back.
      “You need help,” he mutters. That’s when I know he wants to marry me like right now.
      I lift up my arms for him to sweep me up.
      He backs off and dives into his Jaguar.
      The car pulls away with a screech.
      God, he loves me so much. But he’s so shy.
      It’s okay.
      Cos I’m clinging onto his boot, and I’m never going to let go.
      I can’t wait to see his face when he reaches back home.

      Okay. This should notch up some points for my upgrade.

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    i just upvoted everything. i hope other beanies will wake up and add to this fun soon. and YY will be mad about her hijacked story 😂

    this is why DB is so awesome! i should get back to work now >.<

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      I can’t help it if I pay close attention while reading and then have questions!!!

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