THE ENCHANTED ENFORCER

chapter-8 "A mystical day"

♧Benjamin pov♧

I was charming the ladies who came to fill out the forms-after all, being in charge of registrations does have its benefits-when I was completely caught off guard by another woman standing outside my cabin, watching me with a widened eyes, like she was amused by my flirting style.

Then reality struck me-she was the same woman who froze me at the club. We locked eyes, and a silent staring contest began between us. My attention was suddenly drawn back to the woman filling out the form inside my cabin. "All done?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "You may leave now," I told her as she exited my cabin.

As the women departed, she entered quietly, accompanied by her parents-or so I presumed. "Please, have a seat," I instructed. She complied without hesitation, sitting with an air of innocence that was almost theatrical. She truly deserved an Oscar for her performance.

"May I know your name?" I inquired.

"Luna Kim," she responded, her tone formal and composed.

"Ms. Luna Kim, please fill out our form," I said. She took the pen and completed it without hesitation. Leaning in, I whispered, "Oi, aren't you the one who froze me?" I made sure my voice was just low enough for her ears only.

"Shhhh," she hushed me quickly.

"What is it, dear?" her mother asked, noticing our whispered exchange.

"Nothing, ma'am," I replied smoothly. "I was merely inquiring if she liked the academy so far." I managed a lie.

She sighed in relief as I winked at her, prompting an eye roll. Glancing at the form she had completed, I asked, "Are you Luna's guardians?"

"Yes, we are her uncle and aunt," they replied.

I nodded in acknowledgment. "I see."

"You may take this opportunity to explore your classroom and the academy, Miss Kim. Here, take this pass to present to the guard; they will allow you entry to your classroom," I instructed.

"Your classroom is located on the 16th floor, and it is named the Chamber of Whimsy," I stated with a smile, attempting a touch of flirtation in my tone.

"Okay, thank you!" she replied simply. I watched as she hopped out of the cabin like an excited bunny, her enthusiasm reminiscent of a child ready to explore Disneyland. I couldn't help but smile at her cuteness.

"Well, she's cute and bold-my type," I muttered to myself. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by a teasing voice mimicking my earlier actions.

"Ben, this is the 165th time I've heard you say some random woman is 'your type,'" Robert remarked.

"Oh, Robert, give it a rest," I replied, feigning a pout. "What can I do? I find someone I like, approach her, and propose, only to be rejected every single time."

"Come on, dude, act like a man! What's with that pouty face?" Robert teased.

"I just got rejected for all the 165th time, Robert! And the highlight is Two of those women were already married!" I groaned dramatically. "I'm basically an overenthusiastic Cupid with terrible aim!"

"Hahahaha!" Robert burst out laughing.

"Please, Robert, stop it! It's annoying," I grumbled.

"Sorry, dude," he said, still chuckling. "But I can't help it. Your love life is like a comedy show!"

"Now, stop making fun of my love life and put the food on the table. Then, get back to your work," I instructed firmly.

"Alright, duuudeee," he replied, clearly reluctant to leave my cabin. But, with a dramatic sigh, he finally forced himself out.

"Just wait and see-I'm going to make Luna my girlfriend soon!" I declared confidently to myself, only to let out a dramatic sigh moments later. "I hope so... Why, God, whyyy?" I lamented, looking up at the ceiling like it had all the answers to my tragic love life.

I sat down and eagerly opened the covered plate to unveil today's feast. I rubbed my hands together, delighted to see a glorious plate of Italian spaghetti practically calling out, "Come and devour me, baby!" I was just about to dig in when, out of nowhere, Luna burst into my cabin again-without even knocking.

"Great, just what I needed," I muttered to myself, "an audience for my romantic dinner with pasta."

"Come, baby," I said in a flirtatious tone, only to be met with Luna's raised eyebrow and a very confused, "Sorry, what?"

"Uh, I mean-come sit, Ms. Kim!" I stammered, scratching my head awkwardly. "You know, the spaghetti... I was talking to the spaghetti!"

"It's fine, I just came to return this visitor ID," she said politely.

"Oh, I see," I responded, extending my hand to take the ID from her. Just as I was about to grasp it, she pulled her hand back, still holding the ID, catching me off guard.

I looked at her, clearly confused. She then spoke softly, "Please don't mention anything about the chaos I caused that night." Her eyes, filled with a pleading puppy eyes, which will melt anyone.

"All right, I won't say a word," I assured her, my tone firm with the promise.

"Thank you, this means a lot to me," she said in a relieved tone.

"It's fine. I understand that it was just a mistake you made because you were intoxicated," I replied, hoping to put her at ease.

"Yes, and I'm grateful that you've understood and forgiven me," she responded with a warm smile.

"My name is Benjamin Sawyer; you can call me Ben," I said.

"Alright, Ben," she replied. Then, she continued, "Ben, I have a few questions."

"Yes, Luna, feel free to ask me anything," I responded.

"However, we don't have enough time to discuss this right now. I will call you later so we can talk then," she replied.

"Certainly, Luna. Please call me after 8:00 p.m.," I said.

"Alright, Ben. I will see you later. Goodbye," she replied, handing me the ID and waved goodbye with a smile as she left my office.

I watched her walk away and couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Benjamin, my man! This is your golden opportunity to get closer to her-just seize it!" I grinned at my own pep talk. But then, my gaze fell to the table, where I discovered my pasta had turned into a sad, dried-up noodle monument. Clearly, it didn't get the memo about being part of a romantic dinner!

I sighed and began devouring the pasta. "Even if you're all dried up, you're still tastier, baby!" I mumbled with my mouth full, my eyes closing in bliss. I released a satisfied hum, looking like I was savoring the finest gourmet dish, when in reality, I was just wrestling with a plate of stubborn noodles.

"No one can satisfy me more than food," I mused to myself as I completed my meal, punctuating the moment with a burp as a final touch.

To calm my restlessness today, I decided to turn on my speaker and play "Champagne Problems" by my favorite artist, Taylor Swift. As I began to sing along, particularly from the bridge-"One for the money, two for the show, I never was ready, so I watch you go..."-I lost myself in the music. However, my moment got ruined by a knock at the door.

"Come in" i said, turning off the speakers.

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