25. Trick and Treat: Tina's POV

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There wasn't a day I hadn't thought about her. She filled up every single cells of my brain in her most irresistible ways. Each morning I woke up, I'd eagerly look forward to seeing her—and her beautiful smile. A smile that was either too restricted or too shy for me to see.

But wait. Did shyness even run through the dragon princess' veins? My lips curved up with full doubt, shaking my head. That little pretty gangster was never shy at all. Dangerous? Oh yes. Shy? Hell no!

I woke up late today apparently, maybe too much dreaming while tightly embracing my plush pillow, imagining every single moment that it was my beautiful princess. Soft and huggable as though I didn't want to let go. She could have probably been smashed if it was real. But of course, I wouldn't let that happen.

My elder sister Air's teasing wasn't helping me at all. She was too entertained as she watched me running around like a confused guinea pig in a rumpled race while getting myself ready for work. Throwing laughter at me, asking why was I even in a hurry? Since when have I been too conscious of my punctuality when I was the one running the company?

She was used to seeing me so relax and she always had known that I'd spend enough fashionable time to present myself before going to work. But this week had changed—drastically. I'd rather speed up and be at work as soon as I could. Not that I desired to look hideous by rushing through the door without a care of how awful I could probably be. It was just... I couldn't waste so much time not seeing my princess immediately.

I didn't have time to accommodate my sister's questions, more like jokes, and she seemed had something to tell me but it was late enough that I had whooshed myself out of the door and hurriedly drove my car.

As always, the closer my feet brought me towards my office every morning, the more frenzy my heart would be.

I came to a point doubting myself, was I really excited to see her or simply excited to be attacked whenever little miss barbaric would snap? Before I'd end up gaining the latter, I had to remind myself, as I always had been—to behave. Hopefully, my behavior would cooperate this time, as I always had wished. And my hormones would give me at least a little bit of self respect. Darn it kept on failing me lately.

I finally reached my office and didn't expect what I saw. Wait a minute. I blinked several times, making sure that I wasn't dreaming, neither hallucinating. And indeed I wasn't, my beautiful assistant was holding my graduation picture.

I wasn't sure what was running on her mind while staring at me—uh my picture. I curved my lips up a bit. Did she find me handsome enough to lock her eyes that long unto my face?

And immediately my face pulled down and asked myself—or was she merely chanting curses on me because of my "don't miss me" sticky note?

Oh well, knowing her, it's most likely the latter. It had to be the latter. I knew she'd hate me for leaving that note. But because I was stubborn, I left it anyway.

As I got closer, I noticed the gloom on her face which answered my earlier question. Did I look desolated on that picture which inspired her to look so sad?

I always had thought that people liked that picture so much, praising me that I looked fresh, handsome and smart. Mom even loved it dearly that she gave me that precious expensive frame as her gift to me on my graduation day, aside from the expensive car that my parents gave me.

But how come the effect was quite opposite to her? Oh heck, I always had an opposite effect towards her anyway, why was I even asking this stupid question?

I finally decided to interrupt her sightseeing before her glare could spit fire on my face.

"Having much fun?" I spurred a tease to lighten her up, as my usual attempt.

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