Illaria Point of View
It was a sunny Wednesday morning, and the office was buzzing with activity. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of keyboards clacking and printers humming.
Hmm! What an amazing morning!
"Good morning, Alarming Allard!" Uno announced loudly making sure his voice was enough to cause a level 11 earthquake.
And there goes my amazing morning!
I raised an eyebrow. "Good morning, Uno."
He handed me a bouquet of rubber chickens, each one meticulously arranged with tiny flowers and ribbons. "Just a little something to brighten your day."
How can I have a bright day with you presenting yourself so early in the morning with what...!
A bouquet of rubber chickens?
What is the meaning of this? It's not even flowers. It's chicken toys adorned with small flowers on their crown.
I stared, confused. "Rubber chickens?"
Uno grinned. "They're a classic! I figured you could use some stress relief. Squeeze them, and they'll make adorable clucking sounds."
I hesitantly took the bouquet, feeling the soft rubber beneath my fingers. Uno demonstrated, squeezing one of the chickens. To my surprise, it let out a ridiculously realistic "Bock-bock-bock!"
No, the craziest thing was... the chickens' kind of look like me?
I brought a small chicken closer and looked at it thoroughly only to find the chicken have a very close and almost similar face like mine.
"What's with the...chickens?" Although I have a nagging confirmation in my heart, since I've become kinda silly these days, I still asked.
Uno proudly displayed his rubber chicken collection, each one meticulously crafted and adorned with quirky accessories. "What do you think?"
"What is with the chickens' faces?" I gritted inwardly and still asked in a calm tone.
Wasn't I only thinking about the day being good just moments ago? Why should God turn it upside down suddenly?
"Looks like just you, right. They are made after you and I've named them all after your qualities." With a very perversely proud smile, he held up a chicken with a miniature glasses' attachment. "Behold, Intelligentia! The embodiment of your sharp mind and quick wit."
Eh?
No matter how I look at it, isn't he saying indirectly that I have a chicken brain? I thought he was wooing me, how is this considered wooing?
He is calling me a chicken head!
"No, Mr. Mayhem, what is the meaning of this?" I asked with a small scowl on my face.
Apparently, Uno Mayhem did not understand the meaning of a frown because he beamed and pulled out another chicken from the bunch. "Next, we have Beautifulia!"
He held up a chicken with a sparkling tiara and a flowing veil. "Your inner beauty shines brighter than any crown."
I silently looked at him for a moment and understood that he is seriously and sincerely trying to woo, or in this case, flirt with me.
But his ideas and manner of flirting is a little –
Who in their right mind would compare their crush girl to a chicken and carve their girlfriend's face on chicken toys?
"Uno, you're ridiculous."
"I know right! I love it when you find me so lovingly ridiculous!" Now, now, now, that was pure evil assumption.
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