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There are so many people at the mall, most probably because it's end of August. The kids are enjoying their last bit of summer break before going back to school in a week.

I bring her to a different mall though, not wanting to bump onto her sister if she's really telling the truth. It'd be a chaos if the sister is Serena. Also, I'm not interested to go to a mall that is not high-end. Hate, hate crowded places with smelly shabby people.

"Do you actually like me?" She asks when we are sitting at a dessert shop. Scooping the mango shaved ice into her mouth, she makes a cute thinking face.

"Wait, don't answer that. Answer this first, are you even interested in me? Why did you ask me out? It's not a bet or something, is it?"

What is she? A high school student? A bet? Really?

But I carve a smile on my face, "I've been interested since you showed up last Sunday."

"Last Sunday? At Mrs Jones's house?" Her eyes is growing bigger by each word.

So. Fucking. Adorable.

"But why? Because I'm pretty?"

No you're not pretty. At least not by industry standard, because I have my fair share of rating girls since most of my friends date supermodels and actresses. She is nothing compared to those girls.

But she still managed to catch my heart. My stupid, blind heart.

Of course, my traitorous cock too. How can we leave this stubborn part of my body that has its own mind when it comes to her.

"You're cute."

"Cute? Pffftttt, that's another word for you're-not-pretty." She rolls her eyes as she dumps another scoop of dessert into her mouth. She doesn't munch or anything, just gulps it and takes another serving, repeating it until half of the mango shaved ice that she plans to share with me is eaten all by herself.

"Never mind, I'm lucky enough to have a handsome guy to go on a date with me so I'll let it slide," she grins which earns me a chuckle. She sure is lucky. Perhaps I'm the first handsome, rich guy she dated.

"Mhmmm." She seems to be in her own world when she looks at her spoon that's filled with the dessert, then puts it in her mouth as she closes her eyes, savouring it.

God I feel like squeezing her cheeks for how cute she is right now. And at the same time turning me on, though I've prepared myself well this time around by relieving myself a few hours ago. One of the best decisions in my life. I can at least think straight right now.

"What's your name by the way? Augustine? Right?" She hooks her hands underneath her chin and looks at me with her big beautiful eyes. Have I told you how adorable she is?

"Augustine Knight."

"Do I have to call you Mr Knight throughout the date? Hmm?" She tilts her head to the right a little, mhmmm I can't wait to kiss her neck and tilt her head further for more access.

"I heard Mrs Knight and Mrs Jones called you Teen. But no, I won't call you that. Hmmmmm what about Auggie?"

"Please don't." I won't let her. That nickname should be reserved for a retard.

She laughs, "Why not? Oggy is cute."

"I don't do cute." Even though I very much want to do you.

"But Augustine is too long. Aww-gust-teen. See, three syllabus."

"Augustine is fine."

"Nooo it's too long. My tongue is tired just by pronouncing your name, how am I going to get through the date if I'm this tired?"

Dramatic. But I love it.

***

"So what's your hobby?"

I feel like I'm out on a date with a middle school kid. Her enquiries of my favorite color, food, car, or anything in that particular makes me feel like I'm wasting my time but at the same time I'm glad to spend it mindlessly with her. Call it a carefree life.

"What do you like to do when you're not working?" She rephrases her question as she scoops the last bit of that dessert.

"Oh shit, I've eaten everything! Sorry!" She panics the moment she dips her spoon and realises there's nothing more in that big bowl.

"Should we order one more? Sorry Oggy!" I groan when she mentioned that nick name for the eighth time.

"Wait wait," she takes her cheap looking bag and dips her hand into it, as if looking for something.

One of these days I'm going to buy her a new bag, it's not gonna be a Birkin like those in my sister's collection but it sure is gonna be at least a Dior.

"Okay! Let me buy you another one," she grins as she takes out a 10 dollar bill from her another cheap looking item; a wallet.

Though this one looked a bit sophisticated. Wait. I think I've seen Serena used this before. Is she taking Serena's leftover? Because I'm recognising the Prada label, she sure as hell can't afford it on her own.

"It's okay, I'm still full from the brunch." I won't let you spend a dime on me. I'm supposed to be the one who spoils you, be it money or love.

Wait. No. Just money. I'm incapable of love except for my family.

‘But you can make her family.’

No. Stop it. I just want a date with her to prove how incompatible we are, that she will only create chaos and disappointments in my life.

And if we make it to the third date, perhaps I will bed her and strengthen my case. That this is a mistake.

No. Bad, bad idea Augustine! Don't fucking bed her. That's going to leave a messy trail. One date, or three dates, maximum of three dates to take her out of your system then fucking get out of there. End it. With the sharpest end. No mess, no nothing.

"Erm okay," she sits again even though she's all ready to purchase another dessert, "but the next meal is on me!"

"Okay." Like hell I'm going to let you pay for anything.

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