Her Accidental Prince Charming

Chapter 3~ And a little bit of

Glossary

They don turn you to middle man- They have made you their middle man.

Chai- an exclamation made to show surprise or disapproval.

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What I wouldn't do to be invisible right now, Sewa thought, noticing the glances in her direction made by an awkward, gangly guy trying to hide his interest under the guise of checking out the artsy menu board right above her head.

Being an overnight internet sensation wasn't all it was cut out to be, not to her at least, especially considering the circumstances around it. With the air and posture of a cornered cat, she had gone about her business in the café that day, trying to avoid history repeating itself.

Despite it being days since the video of her embarrassing fall was posted online and taken down soon after, all the unwanted attention it had caused didn't seem to be dying down any time soon.

But the icing on the quite unsavory cake had to be the stares. The curious ones, the 'sucks to be you' ones, the 'I wish it was me' ones, the outraged ones— a personal favorite of some devoted fans she had had the pleasure of meeting. They were everywhere, from the walls of her lecture halls to the four corners of her once-beloved library and into the heart of her workplace. This particular one had a more uncertain theme to its curiosity.

She had ignored it for a while, fixing her attention on polishing the already pristine glass surface of the table showcase filled with pastries. But her patience could only last for so long.

"May I help you with something?" she asked in a polite tone icy enough to freeze Hell over. The offender blinked, startled at her sudden question.

"Oh...um, I couldn't help but notice that you remind me of—"

"The girl from the 'coffee incident'? Yes, I am she. Do you need something?" 

His pale face reddened in mortification, her rigid politeness making him uncomfortable.  "Just wanted to know, I guess," he muttered, along with some other incoherent things Sewa didn’t care to know before walking back to his table. Good riddance.

"Hey! Easy on the customers, Rach. They still pay your wages you know," Josie admonished in an airy voice, her eyes riveted to her phone screen.

"Well, maybe they should order something like they're supposed to instead of staring at me."

"You are what they came to see, Coffee Girl. And have mercy on that glass, will ya?" Nora quipped, brushing her black bangs out of her line of sight as she watched with Josie. "I can't believe I missed this," she groaned, her brown eyes glued to the exact scene Sewa fell.

"Don't call me that."  That new nickname was enough to give her nightmares. And it seemed to be Nora's new favorite thing to call her.

"Relax a little. Come watch the video I recorded of it. It's pretty funny with the edits I made," Josie said, waving her over.

"Now I know you're playing with me."

"I'm serious. It's better if you just laugh it off sometimes instead of getting all... you about it. It wouldn't kill you to make a blunder once in a while," Josie argued, rubbing her freckled nose.

"Thanks for the uplifting words of encouragement." Sewa stopped her assault on the showcase, tossing the rag aside and tying her faux locks into a ponytail, tired of having them brush against her face.