4 Is That Mr. Fuckboy?

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Hana did rest as planned in her hotel room, but only for a day. She slept for twelve hours and lazed around the rest of the day. However, on the second day, she decided to wake up early. She bathed fast and wore a hooded jacket over her t-shirt, jeans, and a beanie hat. When she tucked her hair behind her ear, a line of silver earrings was revealed. Picking up her face mask, phone, and wallet by the nightstand, she jogged out of her hotel room bare-faced.

Visiting her businesses all over the country brought her to Lyvia. Lyvia was one of the most progressive cities in Princil. When she had just started building businesses, she dreamed of having at least one of her businesses here. That was years ago. Now, she had successfully built three buildings and made two of them as condo apartments for rent while one was an office space for rent. Since Lyvia was considered a city that never slept, business was always good to those who were able to squeeze into these crowded blocks. The same could be said for her.

Business was not the only reason why she wanted to go to Lyvia for a long time. Dancing always had a spot in Hana's heart and Lyvia was known as the mecca of hip-hop. A lot of underground and street battles happen in this city each day.

It's not that she wanted to compete. She just liked watching people dance in sync. It provided comfort to her eyes which were tired from looking at documents all the time. She also loved the happy atmosphere brought about when everyone just enjoyed dancing to good music. Sometimes, when she successfully sneaked out of Ericka's clutches, she would secretly watch battles here. A lot of those battles allowed betting, which was supposed to be illegal. Hana wagered, too. Sometimes she won, sometimes she lost, and sometimes she had to run away from the police. No matter what happened, it was such an exhilarating experience for her that she couldn't help but visit again and again. She even made 'friends' along the way who became her informant every time the battleground location changed. That's why she always knew where to go despite not being a local and a regular to the events.

It was still a bit early for an underground battle to happen when she left the hotel, so she strolled along different streets and ate her heart out. She was carefree, letting her feet take her wherever they wanted, dropping by some malls, and checking out other business establishments. Honestly, she had a little secret that was borderline fetish-Hana loved being the third person, just watching from the side, not involved in some heavy drama just like the one currently going on in front of her.

"I told you to stay away from him! You're not the current girlfriend! I am. He already dumped you, so don't appear in front of him again!"
"He didn't dump me! You stole him away from me, you slut! He didn't even say a thing to me yet and you what? You decide things for him now? Who are you to do that? You're just another girl he'll dump tomorrow. Stop acting like you're better than me!"

It's quite rare for things like this to happen, but she's just so lucky that some people volunteered to fend off her boredom while waiting for the right time to head underground. She was already seated on a bench with popcorn in her hand when the two in front of her started bickering. They were even grabbing each other's hair right now.
"Let go of my hair!"
"Let go of mine first!"
The two in front of her were wearing classy dresses despite going into a low-end mall.
Their fight caught the attention of many passers-by and the people already formed a circle around the two.
A male student also wanted to see the show. He stood in front of Hana and blocked her view. She tapped his back. "Excuse me, please don't block my view. I was watching, too, and was even here before you."
He apologized and was about to leave, but she stopped him.
"Where are you going? I wasn't telling you to leave."
"But I was..."
"You can just sit on the floor. I have popcorn. Want some?"
The student smiled at her. He sat on the floor comfortably and grabbed some popcorn from the box in her hand. "Thanks."

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