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Mystery Guys' POV.

She was...beautiful. The way her hair shines under the sun revealing golden streaks, the way her eyes draw me in, she was so captivating. With one look, she managed to catch my heart.

I was lucky enough to bump into her again, but not lucky enough. She always makes wanna chase her. Like Cinderella does to her Prince Charming. If that's what Cinderella wants, then Cinderella will get.

After my class, I took my car home but I wanted to stop over at the bakery that my Aunt owns. Her melon bread recipe was famous. Her bakery is well known in Tokyo, it wasn't like those grand bakeries, it was simple. It gives off a cozy and warm feeling. It's like....entering your grandmothers house.

As I was about to walk in, I saw the familiar mop of bruntter hair. There she is. My Cinderella.

I know this is sly, but I bumped into her on purpose. I catched her by the waist. I was able to gawk at her features.

Hear heart-shaped face, her plump cupids bow lips, her long eyelashes, her rosy cheeks. So beautiful. She turned to look at my direction and that was it. I was a goner.

The corner of my lips twitching into a smile.

"Cinderella"

She looked taken aback, but I can't help but smile more when I saw her cheeks turn red. She pushed back and composed herself.

"Sorry. I wasn't watching where I'm going, and thank you" her cheeks turning red even more.

She started walking away. This time, I am not letting Cinderella run away. I gently took her hand and asked :

"Would you like to join me for some coffee?"

She looked at me, curiosity clearly written all over her face.

"What?"

"I said, would you like to join me for some coffee?" I chuckled.

She raised an eyebrow. She looked like she was studying me.

"Sorry, but there is absolutely no way am I going to "have some coffee" with a stanger" she emphasized.

Clever.

"I'm sorry. Let's do it again, do you want to know each other over coffee?"

Melanie's POV.

This guy sure is hard to shake off. I mean, he's cute but, weird.

"I'm sorry. Let's do it again, do you want to know each other over coffee?" He asked.

I don't know if I can trust this guy. I mean, we go to the same school but, who knows. I gently took my hand from his and said :

"I'm sorry. I need to go. Oh and uh, thanks again" I said running to our car.

We drove off and I couldn't help let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to know each other over coffee?"

As I hear those words in my head, I feel the corner of my lips twitch into a smile.

Wait, I'm smiling? What the heck?

[End of Chapter]

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