Episode 1

I want to punch her face.

It's taken about ten minutes of appealing, begging, and bargaining with this clerk to allow me to use their bathroom. This is the only café near my office; it opened last week, but today is the first time I opted to sample their product--and sure, a large part of my decision was due to my wanting to use their restroom. Because if I decided to just pee at my workplace (which is a five minute walk from here), I wouldn't have much time. I might wind up with wet pants when I get to our office's comfort room.

I fall in line even if there are a couple of people lined up in front of me. I endured it all in hopes of releasing all of the human fluid finally. But I waited and waited for a few minutes just to discover that only individuals with membership cards and cafe personnel get access to the comfort room! But that wasn't the worst part; I tried to comply. I attempted to avail their shitty membership card just to discover, once more, that it was useless!!! They don't have any stock for the aforementioned card!

I felt like my urine was about to explode. My situation deteriorated more as my blood pressure and tension rose. I definitely need to disclose it now or it will give me problems! It's either kidney disease or embarrassing myself since I'm going to pee in my pants! The latter is what scares me the most right now!

"Have some humane, Miss!" I'm now scowling. I don’t care if the people lined up behind me get longer because of me. I became hysterical because I couldn't accept their ridiculous rules! I'm not going to back down now that disgrace is on my doorstep! "Have some mercy! If I get a kidney problem because of this, I am going to need you to donate one of yours to me! And if I die because of this, I am going to haunt you for life!"

But her heart is as hard as a meteorite. She only glared at me with those haughty eyes, raising her eyebrow and pointed to the door, clearly directing me to leave and embarrass myself!

She is a total b*tch! Maybe I was in a cave for a while because I had no idea that an attitude like hers existed!

"Hi, Miss. I think she can use my membership card," a guy from the line remarked as he raised his hand, "I think I can let her borrow it for her to finally use the restroom, how about that?"

I stared at him. I realized he was giving me a sympathetic smile. I must appear like a sad young lady right now. But at that moment, I see him with wings and a halo above his head.

"Hmm nyeah," the clerk remarked in a bored tone after a long pause (yes, with one of her eyebrows raised directly at me) before speaking!

I didn’t waste any of my time. I jogged towards the person. He politely lent me the shitty membership card that I displayed at the b*tchy cashier. She just rolled her eyes at me, and I wanted to slap her. Because I am illiterate, I do not have enough time to tell him how grateful I am for his nice gesture. That "me thanking him forever" scenario can wait, but my urine cannot!

I dashed to the comfort room. It was possibly the finest pee I've ever had! I washed my hands in the sink with a big smile on my face. Looking in the mirror, I noted the haggard look the cashier had given me. I will not let this pass! When I get to the office, I'll look up the owner of this café's contact information and report how rude their employee is! She will pay for the trouble she has caused me, I swear!

There, I began to redo my makeup. And after I was satisfied with my appearance, I went outside to greet my rescuer of the day.

"You're relieved now, Miss?" The man asked as I handed him his membership card.

His expression at the time astounded me. This is the moment when I can finally observe everything about him. He has charcoal gray eyes that are impossible not to gaze at. It's as if looking away is a sin. His eyes are my perfect representation of Jesus. On the other hand, his jaw is pointed, and his thick brows give him a macho appearance. His pinkish lips help to balance out his overall look. It seems really soft.

This man...should be a fictional character!

"Hey, are you okay?" The anxiety in his lovely eyes was clear in the way he gazed at me.

I swallowed hard before bringing myself to my senses. I slapped myself mentally. Cassie, calm down!

"Y-Yes, thank you so much!" I extended my hand for a handshake, "I am Cassie, by the way."

He merely said, "Bullet," and smiled at me. He extended out my hand, and we shook. His hand is tender but manly at the same time.

"Bullet?" I laughed; "so, you're the dangerous type of a man, huh?"

He shared my chuckle and rubbed his nape, "It will always depend on who I am talking to. This bullet is harmless anytime I am in front of beautiful women."

I nodded slowly, "A playful bullet, I get it—"

He fixed his eyes on my face, and the intensity with which he looked at me made me melt. "And right now, I am harmless because I am in front of you."

That caught me off guard, and I couldn't stop smiling. "Stop it, Mr. Bullet."

"Okay, Ms. Gorgeous," he says, beaming, which makes me smile more.

Damn, what's happening to me?

"By the way, I just saved your day, and you owe me something," he joked.

I glared at him and asked, "What do I owe you?"

"Do you have any other plans this morning? How about you sit with me while we finish our coffee?" He said, and I immediately thought of my friends-turned-business partners. We have a meeting in an hour. We're meeting with our new clients. However, with more reflection... I think I can still spare this guy a few minutes. And, yes, I doubt our conversation will last an hour. I am not excellent at informal talks. I will surely bore the sh*t out of him until he decides to cease our chats and devote his focus to more important things. And that is why I nodded my head.

"Sure," I replied.

"Great," he said, before letting me choose our seats. I chose the table where sunlight will directly approach us because I enjoy the heat of the morning sun. The warmth of it reminds me of the comfort my mother provided me as a youngster.

"So, what are we going to talk about now?" I sipped my coffee, then laughed.

"We can start with our body counts," he said, and I nearly choked on my coffee.

"You're so hilarious," I said, laughing hard.

"It's the intrusive thoughts," he said, chuckling. "I'm so sorry if it kept on winning."

I laughed louder, and he just stared at me with a dirty smile. This man is fascinating and interesting...