Trish's POV
It's finally a weekend and I can get a break from school. So before I went to bed I set an alarm for 10:30. Once the alarm rang, I kept on snoozing it to after every ten minutes because I wanted to finally complete my dream of a perfect kiss from a hot but casual guy but to my dismay, the alarm ruined everything.
Single heartedly, I got up from bed to take that nice long weekend bath that I've been longing for all week. When I was done I put on any casual outfit I could get and left my room messy like always. I headed to the kitchen to find what to eat but the fridge and the cabins were empty and yet I can't cook just yet. So when situations like this happen, I either eat out or order take out.
I decided to stroll to the nearest cafe but to my horror, there was a long queue but I couldn't go back, I really needed my favorite cappuccino before I could get cranky. It was my turn after a whole freakin' twenty minutes and I ordered for that cappuccino and I got it just the way I like it. I reached out for my wallet in the back pocket of my jeans to pay but I didn't feel it. Where's my wallet? I touched everywhere thinking it might have somehow slid into my pants but there was no freakin' wallet. Then it occurred to me, I didn't go back to my dressing table to pick it, I just walked out of the house. Shoot, I'm in hot soup. People at my back had started getting impatient urging me to move it but how could I when I had no money on me and at the same time I really wanted that cappuccino. I was still lost in thought when I heard a deep magnetic powerful but soothing voice behind me saying," I'll pay for it."
I turned around to see who that beautiful voice belonged to and I was stunned by how anyone could look that good. He was tall, had blue eyes, a perfectly shaped jawline, long eyelashes and that cold dominating aura that tells everyone to back off but you can't just help looking more.
"Definitely my dream guy." I said to myself. He looked just like a Greek god lost among us mere peasants waiting in line. He had someone standing beside him, probably his assistant. He was also kinda cute but 'Mr.Hottie', what I nicknamed my dream guy definitely stole all the light. The assistant handed a black card to the attendant to pay for my coffee, a freakin' black card people. I wondered what I did in my miserable life to deserve this but I love it. I got my coffee and turned to thank Mr.Hottie but suddenly I felt a force push me from behind into his embrace making me spill coffee all over his expensive suit that I probably couldn't afford even if I worked my whole life. I quickly grabbed tissues apologizing as I tried to clean it off but it only got worse. His assistant looked back and was shocked, he looked like he was about to lash out at me but before he could, I heard that soothing voice again.
"It will cost you five hundred and fifty thousand dollars to dry clean this suit and get me another one just like this one" he said.
I thought I heard it wrong and asked him to repeat that but the assistant did instead saying what I first heard, I was dumbstruck. How did this happen, all I wanted was a cappuccino but look what I got myself into. I couldn't even pay for a coffee of two bucks and now I'm being asked for half a million dollars and everything happened just in two minutes.
"Since you obviously don't have the cash now, leave your phone number and address with my assistant and we'll keep in touch", Mr. Hottie said and I just couldn't believe my ears,the angel I thought he was suddenly turned into a ruthless devil and every word he spoke made me dislike him more and more. Like come on, he looks wealthy so he shouldn't care when something like this happens to just one suit out of the gazillion he's got but nooooo, he doesn't want to let me go and yet I clearly look like a pathetic girl who's struggling to make ends meet and there's no way I could ever hold so much money even if I sold everything I had. They all looked at me waiting for me to say something but I was still too stunned to speak.
"Miss, you're holding the line." the assistant said and I came back to earth.
"Oh" I gave them my number and address and left the cafe empty handed, no cappuccino,no money but a huge debt tied to my name. I just wanted to go home and cry.
Tristan's POV
I woke up at 5am as usual even if it's a weekend and did my daily routine and had breakfast. My assistant Greg came to pick me up for an important meeting with some clients who wouldn't be available next week. I'm a business tycoon and professor but I rearly lecture since I focus more on the business.
Since the meeting wasn't till later, I asked my assistant to first stop by the office then stop at my favorite cafe to grab us coffee before we head for the meeting. He got out of the car but I called him back saying,"I'll go." He was stunned since this is the first time I volunteer to go to a public place with almost no distance between people. I walked up to the cafe and Greg followed closely. Once I stepped in, people turned to look at me as if I were some tourist attraction or something. The ladies whispered to each other and gave me way until I was second in line.
In front of me was some girl who looked confused and was searching for something that didn't seem to be found. I heard the attendant telling her the price of the coffee she ordered and that's when I realized that she didn't have money on her so as the gentleman that I am, I offered to pay for her. The girl turned around and I was dumbstruck as she also stared at me. I traced all the features of her face and I could only come up with one word, 'fascinating'. I haven't seen a beauty like that in a while who's face portrays innocence and at the same time wild beauty. We were both still gwaking at each other when the attendant handed her the coffee pulling me out of that trance. She took the coffee and turned back looking like she wanted to thank me but she was pushed making her spill coffee all over me. Usually I'd over react throwing a little insults here and there and storm out of the place but this time I donno what got into me, I couldn't yell at her. She tried to clean it off and that gave me a closer look at her and noticed she's also quite cute. Since I knew she didn't have any money on her, I took advantage of the situation in order to get her info and contact so I asked her to leave her phone number and address and luckily she didn't object, not like she had a choice anyway.i looked at the things she wrote down and I saw her name,'Trisha Cruz' and I smirked to myself.
"Hope we'll meet again soon,Trisha Cruz." I said to myself.
After she left, Greg whispered to me that she looked pretty mad when she left then I thought to myself that she might really hate me now and is probably calling me all sorts of names and cursing my generation up to the tenth. I know it's not gentlemanly to ask a girl for that kind of sum but it was the only way I could get her information without spying and researching on her. I left the cafe with Greg and a barely visible smile as we headed to get a new suit for my business meeting. For now, I didn't mind the filth and how it was sticking to my body cause all I had in mind was Trisha Cruz, too bad I didn't get to hear her voice.