"Hey Hana, Answer your phone." My best friend Carla told me.

We were sitting in a Cafe, as usual, having fun and playing cards. I was 18-year-old.

Just a very spoiled girl. I Do whatever and wherever I want—an irresponsible girl, never respect anyone—having many boyfriends—yes, switching them like socks one after another.

"Hey, Hana. Answer your phone please, or turn off your scary noisy ringtone." Clara told me.

I giggled, With a loud voice. "Hey, nerd. It's a sexy ringtone. Something you miss for a while." I teased her, And I laughed, looking at her and sitting next to her— pushing her arm by my hand softly as I slightly went.

She smiled. "Yes, Hana. I am not like you. I am not pretty like you; besides, you don't give me the chance to have a boyfriend. Everyone gets to know us. Just ask you to be his girlfriend. And sometimes they ask you at the same moment, ignoring me. They open their mouths when they meet you—staring at you and your body, Your wavy thick black long hair, and your blue eyes. I mean. Come on, Hana. If I were a  man, I wouldn't let you go." Carla frowned annoyingly.

"Thank god I am a girl Carla," I told her, and I giggled.

She nodded and smiled, pointing to my phone. "It didn't stop ringing at all."

I took up my phone from the table. "Oh my god. It's 23 missed calls!!!" I mumbled confusedly.

She opened her mouth. "What the hell?!"

"But wait a second. It's an odd number, Hana." Clara told me while she made her head much closer to my phone screen to see.

Clara is my best friend. So we know everything about each other.

"Hana. Do you know this number?!" Clara asked me.

 I turned my head to look at her eyes. "Clara, are you stupid?!" definitely___she was stupid, but I didn't think she might be with no fucking brain at all.

"Why, Hana?!" she rubbed her chin, trying to figure out why I was calling her stupid! What the actual fuck! The reason was evident to the blinds.

I frowned. "Clara, there's no number. It's a withheld number dump girl." And I pushed her head away from my phone screen.

She shook her head and stared, widened her eyes at me. "Hey, Hana. Do you mean that you can't call this number?!" she asked innocently.

I looked back at her. "Yes, Clara. I have to answer this number to know who he is or who she is."

"Hey, hey, Hana, this number is calling. Answer." She pointed.

I nodded calmly, I was curious by the caller, but I answered to make her stop bugging me. That's all. "Okay, Clara, don't annoy me. Just calm down, Clara".

"Okay, Hana, but hurry up, answer this call before—" she was saying hurriedly.

I cut off Clara. "Shush—" pointing my finger to her to close her mouth.

She nodded her head as yes, shyly. But she was excited. I don't know why. She was a weird girl but beautiful and crazy, and I loved her company.

I answered the call. I didn't want to answer the call, especially since it's from a private number.

And I don't like to answer unknown numbers. Anyway, I answered this phone because he is annoying me and keeps calling and makes my mobile busy.

"Hello. Yes. Who's calling?!" I asked.

Carla stuck her ears to the phone to hear.

"Yes, Hana?! I am someone who likes you so much. One of your fans." A man with a husky voice said from the other side. And I felt worried actually. But at the same time, I snapped to myself from evil thoughts. It could be just a prank of one of my ex-boyfriends. Yes, I dated a lot.

"What the hell are you talking about?!  Do You keep calling me more than 24 times? To tell me that you are one of my fans?! Don't you have dignity?!" I shouted at him.

Turning off the phone. Shutting on his face and ending this strange call.

"Hana." Clara nudged my shoulder.

I crossed my arms over my chest "Yes, Clara,"

"Who is he, Hana?" she asked softly. She was like a baby childish, but she gave my life a smile and brightness.

I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know Clara. But he said he is one of my fans."

She tried to use her brain and zoned out, "Very strange, Hana, don't you think?"

I agreed with her words, actually, "yes, Clara, very weird."

"Hana?" she swayed her head in front of me.

"Yes, Clara," I gritted my teeth. Sometimes I feel as if I was hanging out with a little five years old girl.

"Waitress, please, I am waiting for dinner for more than an hour. Do I have to wait my whole life to eat in this restaurant?!" I snapped my fingers rudely. I was yelling.

"What a weird day." She commented that was the first time I felt ignored at that restaurant or any.

"Yes, Hana. It's such a weird day. I guess this place is awful too. "While we were talking and complaining.

Someone in a black suit with a perfect look. Came close to us. "I am sorry for the late, miss." He said with a wide smile and eyes eyeballing me slowly. As if he was checking me out hungrily.

I blinked, "Excuse me?!  And who are you?" I was asking him, staring at him.

He grinned weirdly "Oh miss, I am sorry I didn't introduce myself for you, actually maybe your blue eyes made me forget about that," he winked.

I widened my eyes. I stood from my seat. "What the hell are you talking about?" I was yelling, and my voice was getting much sharper.

While he still stands to look at my eyes, smiling a soft smile. He was putting his right hand on his left hand.

"Hana, please calm down," Clara was trying to calm me down. But I was so nervous.

I was staring at him.

And he keeps giving me this strange soft smile. All the waiters and the manager came running to my table.

"Miss, sir, what happened?!" They asked me.

"What is that place?! How could someone come to talk to me in this manner like this?! It's a VIP restaurant not allowing something like this to happen to their guests. Or that's I supposed." I was telling the manager of the restaurant.

"But what happened?" The manager asked me.

I pointed my finger in rage and said, "This man was annoying me and dared to tell me that my eyes were so pretty."

"But, that's a true mistake." The manager replied.

I flickered dumbfounded. Was he earnest? Even him!

Once the man in the black suit pointed to them to stop talking.

"Miss. Let me introduce myself. I am the owner of this restaurant. I'm the owner of this hotel—all I wanted to say, to make a good apology for the late food. But after I caught sight of your eyes, I forgot. So I am sorry again, Miss Hana." He said calmly and slowly.

And he turned his back and walked away from me.

What?!  He knows my name?! I whispered in my mind.

I looked at Clara, and she looked back to my eyes too.

"He knows your name, Hana!!" she muttered in a whisper tone.

We do have many things in common, that's why she's my best girl so that no one could split us.

So I shouted, "Hey, you, stop now," my voice made him freeze.

He stopped and started to talk to me while he was back to me.

I was so nervous and confused.

"You're making me an angry man," I shouted.

He turned his head and stepped a few steps but not so close.

And looking to my eyes. "Okay, ask me." He offered it to me.

I widened my eyes. "What?!" I asked him again.

He repeated his question. "Ask me, Hana."

I gulped nervously but tried not to show him how scared I was. "Who are you?  And how do you know my name?  What the hell is this place?" I shouted, turning my head to the manager who was still standing in his place.

"You, I want the check now," I ordered the manager in an edgy, angry look.

"But, miss—" He was going to say something to me while I cut off—

I raised an eyebrow gazing at the manager, "You don't want to send me the check?!  Then—" I paused. I opened my purse and took some money, and threw them on the table.

"Keep the change," I smirked, I told him.

"Come on, Carla, let's get out from here." I hooked my arms to Clara and almost dragged her.

I didn't look at the man in a black suit or to anyone. I just walked on my way to exit in very confident steps. But with my anger temper.

"Hana," she whispered to my earlobe.

"Yes, Carla,"

"The owner was looking at you as he had never seen a scene like this before in his whole life.

He was staring at you while you left the money on the table in this way. "Carla was whispering to me.

But, suddenly, someone caught my hand. He tightened his grip on my wrist, and I couldn't release myself.

I turned my head to see, "How dare you?!" I asked him with a loud voice.

He was the owner.

"Hana?! "He muttered my name again and stared at my eyes.

I didn't say anything. He raced to say, "Why do you keep insulting me like this?!" He looked deeply into my eyes with a bizarre look.

I gasped, "What?!" I asked him, confused.

Why did he say something like that?!  Do I know him from somewhere?!  I don't remember him at all. I know I used to have a new boyfriend every couple of days. And I can't remember most of them. But— This is the truth—

This man was a very handsome sexy man. He makes me feel those sensual feelings easily just from the way he looks at me.

I bit on my lips, and I asked him with a soft voice, "Do you have a woman in your life?!"

He narrowed his eyes, "what do you mean, Hana?"

I blurted out seductively, "I mean, I want you to be my boyfriend, Mr—" I said to him.

——.