Side Character's Curse

8|| Situation

I wracked my brain to try and remember her name, but drew a blank. I raised a brow and settled for the cold, aloof look. "I see, thank you."

She held out a letter, but snatched it away just as I was about to take it with a playful grin. "It was given by a rather handsome man. Who was he? Are you two—"

"I don't have time for this," I snarled, grabbing her wrist and twisting it while ripping the paper from her hand.

She squealed and called out rather foul curses. Rubbing her wrist, which was slightly red, she glared at me and sped downstairs.

Another potential bridge burned. I thought with a bitter smile. Shoving aside the guilt brewing in my stomach, I tore open the envelope and unfolded the crisp page.

Scrawled in messy handwriting were the words:

Meet me at Hibiscus Teahouse

— R

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I pressed my hat against my head and squinted, staring up at the large, squat building before me. It had a low roof that jutted out, large windows set in white stone, and circular tables surrounded by metal chairs— which were empty as most people seeked refuge inside from the heat.

"Hibiscus Teahouse," I muttered, reading the cursive on the sign. The sun beat down behind me, causing sweat to trickle down my back. I flapped my free hand near my face in a futile attempt to cool down and pushed open the doors.

A gush of cold air greeted me and I sighed, my shoulders dropped in relief. I pulled off my hat and scanned the packed interior with people either chatting with friends or waiting in line. A tinge of sweetness hung in the air as iced drinks were passed out by exhausted and overworked baristas, whose dark circles and flushed cheeks reminded me of my own retail stories.

Now, where is that damned Dreamer? I scanned the crowd, trying to spot that familiar head of ashen coloured hair.

"Over here!"

I turned towards the voice. Rowan had chosen the far, right corner next to a large window. Sunlight streamed through the pane and hit his brown eyes, causing them to sparkle like diamonds as a crooked grin spread across his face. He was chatting with two young women and one man, who were gazing at him with pure adoration.

"I'm sorry, ladies and gent," he drawled as I approached. "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this conversation short since my date has arrived."

I bristled. "Not your date, Dre— Rowan."

"Close friend, then." He winked and I wanted to stab his eyeball with a fork.

"Oh, I understand," the man said, disappointment etched across his features. He shot me a dirty look before turning to Rowan with a hopeful smile. "Will we be able to meet you again?"

Rowan let out a mournful sigh and crossed his arms. "Unfortunately, no. Once you get up from your seats and pass that table–" he pointed to the only empty one about four feet away, "–any trace of me will be wiped from your memory."

One of the women furrowed her brows and leaned forward. "That's impossible!"

"I'm afraid not. Please, feel free to test it out." He smirked and, with a sweep of his arm, gestured to the entire establishment. "If I am wrong, then I shall buy you whatever it is your heart desires."

Chairs scraped against the floor and excited murmurs blended into the din. The eager trio scrambled to push past each other and strode forward. But then, their eyes glazed over and a blank, almost dazed expression seized their countenance. They stared at each other and sat down at the empty table, dissolving into an animated conversation almost instantly. The woman who had spoken earlier happened to make eye-contact with Rowan and gave a small, polite smile with not a hint of recognition playing on her face.

"Goodness," I murmured, sliding into the seat. "I never fully realised how terrible your curse is."

He leaned back, draping his arm over the back as he swung on the hind legs. "I could say the same to you. Not a single so-called noble person offered a greeting to you."

I chuckled, tilting my head to observe the daylight streaming through the windows and bathing the room in a warm glow. "It's the side character's curse. I'm destined to forever be on the sidelines."

"Not for long."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Sorry, Dreamer, I may have agreed to a partnership, but that doesn't mean I have too much faith in your plan. You're just... the best situation out of a bad lot."

"I'm flattered." Rowan leaned forward, resting his chin on his open palm. "Don't you have a happily ever after you're looking forward to?"

I threw my head back and laughed humourlessly. Wiping away the tears from the corner of my eye, I grinned. "Keep your happily ever after, it ain't mine."

A frown creased his forehead and a dark shadow passed over his face. "You really should–" He broke off with a sharp shake of his head. "No, never mind. Tell me, has the system given you any tasks yet?"

I nodded and briefly explained the Misunderstanding quest. When I was finished, he leaned back with a thoughtful expression, interlocking his fingers and resting them on his stomach.

"What do you think?" I asked. "Is there even a way to break the plot without angering the system here?"

"Oh, it's possible." A devilish smirk spread across his face. "Out of all the romance stories you've been in, what're the common features of a second male lead?"

"Well, they're usually good-looking, kind, almost completely devoted to the female lead, and typically have better chemistry with her than the male lead." I counted on my fingers and paused. "Oh! They also usually establish some sort of close bond with the female lead to make the male lead jealous."

"So we need to subvert that." Rowan ruffled his hair, causing one side to stick up higher than the other. "But how?"

I thought for a few seconds before speaking. "What if... we have the two leads establish a good bond before he meets the female lead? That way, it could reduce the levels of jealousy if they get along?"

"That... could do it." He nodded. "Let's test it out. Keep your eyes peeled for anyone who could be the second lead. I'm gonna go order some mango ice cream— it's still your favourite flavour, right?"

I flinched, pulling back. "How did you know I like mangoes?"

He shifted in his seat, avoiding my gaze by studying the scratches on the table. "The first time we met, you had mango stains on your dress. Look! The counter is free!"

Before I could question him further, he was gone, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my stomach that I was missing something very important.

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