âDonât worry about the present. Iâll definitely get you one,â I quickly swore, as I really want to get him something he really liked even though I had no idea what that was. âYou know, youâre the son of a rich family. Canât you stop speaking so rudely? It makes you look bad.â
âWhatâs so rude about how I talk? Everyone has a flaw in some way. Letâs go, Iâm getting really hungry.â He fastened his pace as I attempted, again and again, to catch up with him and grab his hand.
After failing two times, he held my hands tightly. âYour hand is freezing. Canât you wear something warmer, you id*ot?â
I chuckled. âWhat if you donât like me if Iâm too smart? So, itâs better for me to be a little stupid, because Iâll look cuter that way.â
âWhy you littleâ¦â Christopher knocked on my head a couple of times.
We eventually arrived at a fancy restaurant and ate a glamorous meal. When it was time to pay up, I took the initiative and treated him. After I swiped my card and saw the long string of numbers, my heart started aching. I canât believe Iâm going bankrupt because of a meal. I knew I shouldâve saved more.
âChristopher, I want you to remember that I spent the money I had saved up over the years just to treat you to this meal. Even though I have known Sabrina for so many years, I never treated her to such an expensive meal. So, you should be grateful that Iâm willing to spend all my savings to make you happy.â
âYou are such a niggard. Didnât I give you a card already?â
âIâm the one treating you! I canât use your money to do that. If you want to know how much a woman loves a man, you can tell by looking at how much the woman is willing to spend on him. Got it?â I pounded my chest with pride.
Christopher raised his eyebrow. âIsnât it supposed to be the opposite?â
âItâs the same for women!â I replied in a serious tone.
We romantically strolled back home instead of calling a taxi. We held each otherâs hand and kicked the roadside pebbles. It was a lot of fun. When I saw an empty soda can, I wanted to pick it up, but Christopher kicked it and accurately landed into a trash can.
I was swooning over how dashing my prince was.
âStop! Give me your money!â Two guys jumped out of nowhere and stopped us as soon as we walked into an alley. Boy, they mean business.
I gasped and hid behind Christopher.
âMugging?â Christopher looked at the two with amusement.
âThatâs right. Give me all your money. The guy can f*ck off while the girl stays. If you donât listen to us, Iâll show you my impressive knife tricks.â
I grinned. Christopher is an accomplished fighter. Thereâs no way I need to be afraid of these punks.
âWhat are you two smiling at, f*ckers? Iâll show you-â
Before the mugger could even finish his sentence, Christopher bolted toward him and kicked the knife in his hand away. Christopher then followed up with a sweeping kick that knocked both of them down.
Then, he raised his leg before stomping on both of the muggers as they groaned in pain.
I swooned even harder as I stared at him.
Christopher grinned when he saw me admiring him. âAre you enamored with my dashing figure?â
I suddenly hugged his neck and leaped into the air. He quickly held my hips up and hugged me tightly. I then unleashed a barrage of kisses on his face. âHow can you be this cool and handsome, Christopher! Iâm absolutely crazy for you!â
âYouâre crazy for me? But you didnât even prepare a present for me. Hmph.â Christopher had completely shattered the romantic atmosphere.
I held back the urge to groan and roll my eyes back at the same time.