This is Him?

Part 1

PS: I'm not used to making up stories in English. If you feel there's something weird, well, English is my second language. Please, forgive me.

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To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century. My closest people know I'm not a social person. So attending a party in which filled with strangers, yeah... not really my comfort place right know, especially when the only people I know in this place is my childhood best friend, Katya and her husband, Tom.

Her husband was just being promoted to be a partner in his law firm, something to celebrate in form of dinner party. Katya asked me to helped me out in the kitchen to prepare the buffet food. Oh yeah, though I'm not a caterer, I made a hell of great baking goods.

I meant to leave right after I finished to plate my home made blueberry muffin, the last items on on my several menus, but Katya insist me to stay. She even borrowed me her cute blue dress.

"Look, you have to learn socializing. The reason you're not even in a relationship you've been dreaming of is because you're such a loner,"said Katya.

The dinner was okay, but I just couldn't stand the socializing part. Five years I've known Tom, I still can't understand those lawyer's terms, except for 'suing'. And the only series involved lawyers that I watch is only 'Drop Dead Diva', which I don't really care with the cases Jane handled. I am more invested to her relationship with Grayson.

As a social couple, there are so many people they had invited to their house. The number of guests occupying their living room and yard overwhelms me. I don't like being in a crowded in which I have to make small talks with them. What's the point of getting to know people whom I know I won't meet again after one occasion? It's just a waste for my brain memory storage. Oh, also it's tiring to tell them my small bios over and over again. They won't remember it, anyway.

So instead of socializing, I decided to concentrate to taking care of the dirty dishes on the room and brought them to the kitchen. It's either Katya invited around hundreds of people or guests she invited have a really big appetite. The dirty dishes which I had to pick up like had no ending. I think I don't have to worry about my calorie intake tonight. I might as well already burnt it with 25 or more journeys

I've made back and forth to he kitchen.

"Here, let me help you with that," said some stranger--cute stranger I might say-- to me. He's tall, has broad shoulder, and I just can tell from the subtle shape of his folded shirt's arm, he's trained a lot. His hair is black, and cut very modernly. His jaw's let unshaven, not too much hair, but enough to tingles your hand when you touch his cheek.

"Why?" I heard my self asking.

He grinned. "I'm bored," he said. "I can't help to notice there's a person who I'm sure isn't a part timer keeps going collecting dirty plates. Didn't Tom's wife hire some people to do that?"

"Yeah, but.."

Without my permission, he took all of the dirty plates from my hands and headed to the kitchen

I tried to stop him. "Look, I don't need your help," said me as I tried to get back the plates, but he just wouldn't let me.

"I insist. Most people would be thankful of my doing. Just get back in the main room and have a good time."

Oh, great. Another conscious man who thought he just helped a damsel in distress. " Well, I'm not most people."

"I'm just trying to be nice."

"I don't need your kind gesture, Prince Charming."

"I'd like to take it as a compliment, but I'm pretty sure that name is filled with sarcasm in it," said Prince Charming. "Cinderella."

I gasped, felt insulted. "Ohoho, you didn't just call me with that name. I don't wanna be associated with some shallow character that in love with a person who didn't even recognize her unless she wore the glass slipper!"

"I don't think that's fair. You called me Prince Charming, but I can't give you a nickname?"

"There are clear differences between me and Cinderella. I'm forced to attend this party and wear this blue dress. Katya made me. Most of all, I'm not looking for my true love here," I explained my self, half lying.

I was in this party because Katya insisted to introduce me with one of Tom's friend. She was so sure that I could get along with this guy because he's so great, had steady job, handsome, and all. Well, Katya likes to overdo things. She said one book was so good just because it's made by her favorite model. Or she said every single restaurant has uber-delicious food when she's hungry. I visited one of her recommendation, it's not as delicious as she told me was. This guy she wanted me to meet ? Might be like one of her crappy recommendation. This Prince Charming didn't have to know the detailed reason I was in this party,too.

"Ah, so Katya is your fairy godmother."

"Look, if you took those with you, I have no reason other than making small talk with people. Be a gentleman, will you, and gimme those plates."

"I am being a gentleman."

The debate about who's going to take the dirty dishes kept going on for ten minutes. Without us knowing, we arrived inside the kitchen. "Oh my God, stop fighting over my Chinese!"commanded Katya in horrifying tone as if we held her child. "You'll get them scratch!"

Both of us surprised. That guy immediately let go his hand. Good thing I still had my hand on them. Otherwise, God knows how scary Katya's reaction will be. "He started it," I defended myself.

"I'm just trying to help," said he.

"You're not helping anybody. Tell him that, Katya."

Katya grabbed her plate from me. "Neither did you, Ellie. There's a reason I hired people to this party because they know how to handle my delicate Chinese. You're like the last person I could trust with my fragile plates"

That guy grinned again, satisfied because I got scolded, too. "There's nothing to be laughed at, Prince Charming," I said to him. God surely is fair. He made some great looking people with unbearable characters.

"Spence, this is Ellie,my best friend. Ellie, this is Spencer, Tom's childhood friend," then she whispered to me, "The one I'd like you to meet?"

"This is the 'Spencer'?" I scoffed. "Yeah, right. I'd rather be a pumpkin forever."