How to Catch an Oppa (#Wattys2015)

        The next few days were more of the same: lament over Julian, attend class, dodge blind date, ignore wayward glances and teeth smacking from girls who didn't appreciate their "husband" being mistreated by a wild-haired heffa. I'd actually over-heard someone say that. 

        None of them had the guts to say it to my face though, and before long, everything was back to normal.  Everything except Gina. She'd whined, badgered and begged until I had to agree to meet her friend Christian or risk killing her.

        Because she refused to give me any clues as to what he looked like, I found myself walking into Café Beanz, looking for a guy wearing a red, pocket-square; as if I needed any further confirmation of his square-ness. 

        When no one fit the description, I stood in line to order. If I'd arrived first, that was even better. It gave me the chance to scope him out, and haul-ass if need be.

So superficial! I heard Gina's voice in my head.

            "Americano, hot please, with  a splash of whole milk and caramel sauce." I ordered.

I waited while the girl fixed my drink and hoped she got it right. I'd tried to get this "date" at another venue, but Gina insisted that I meet him here. Neutral ground, she'd said.

            I turned to look through the line. Still no pocket-squares. Maybe he wouldn't show up.

           When the barista called my name, I retrieved my drink and headed for a booth with a good view of the front door. I rounded the corner leading to the back and—

            "Ah! So hot, so hot, so hot!"  I jumped back and tried to brush the spilled liquid from my shirt, but it only seeped further into the fabric.

            "Aish! I'm sorry. I didn't see you." A male voice said.

            "Well, that's obvious. If you would lo—"

He wore a navy baseball cap. It nearly covered his eyes, but it didn't matter because I wasn't looking at them. My gaze had stopped short at the luscious, heart-shaped lips.

            "Are you ok?" He asked.

I watched his mouth, and bit the inside of mine. They were plump, with a natural pucker that called me to them.

            "Umm, your uh, shirt." He pointed.

I looked down to see my nipples peeking through the stained part of my white blouse. Of course, this happens on laundry day!

            "Crap!" I crossed my arms over my chest, and spilled what was left of my drink, onto my arm. How had I forgotten about the mug in my hand? It was more embarrassing by the moment. I whirled around, dropped the mug on a random table and headed for the nearest bathroom.

            "Ugh." I whined, standing in front of the mirror. I'd only worn the blouse twice and it was ruined. I wet a paper towel and tried to clean it, but it only made things worse. How was I supposed to walk outside with my breasts showing? And who was that guy with those "kiss-me" lips? I snapped out of it and grabbed some dry paper towels. If I couldn't get rid of the stain, at least I could soak up some of the liquid. I dabbed my shirt, but it didn't make a difference. I thought of taking it off and wringing it out, but it would be just my luck if—.

            "What the hell?" I spun around when the door creaked open. "Are you following me? Look, I know judo so don't take another step unless you want a fat eye to go with those plump lips!"

            "Are you going to change your shirt first?" There was humor in his eyes when he glanced at my chest. Again, I looked down and again, I had to cover my nipples.

            "Don't think I can't beat you like—ok look, can you just get out of here?" I whined and stomped my feet.

            "You do know that this is the men's bathroom, right?"

            "The what?"

For the first time, I glanced at something other than the mirror. Three urinals glared back at me.

            "Can this day get any worse?" I mumbled.

The phone in my back pocket buzzed and Taeyang sang out about loving me to death. Damn Gina and her stupid intro to Kpop. Sexy lips raised an eyebrow, but kept quiet. There was no way I'd move my hands, but I needed to take the call.

            "So, this is going to sound really weird, but would you mind grabbing my phone?" I turned to the side and offered him a cheek.

            "Are you going to give me a fat eye?" He smirked.

            "If you hurry up, no." I shook my hip at him.

He frowned and put his hand in my pocket. He let it linger there a moment, before pulling it out and handing it to me.

            "Could you please—my arms are a bit...busy."

He swiped the phone, and held it to my ear.

            "Gina? I can't talk right now. I had a bit of an accident."

            "Accident? Are you ok? Did you meet Christian?"

            "Man, forget Christian! Who had time to meet anyone when my nipples are showing through my freaking shirt?"

            "Your what? How in the—"

            "It's a long, painful story. He probably didn't show up anyway, and even if—"

Juicy lips pulled the phone from my ear and ended the call.

            "Really, dude? Who do you think you are?"

            "I'm Christian."

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