It’s Just Nature

Chapter 5 - A Surprising Offer

I munched into the Big Mac, two large fries, one large frozen coke, topped off with chicken nuggets and a sundae. I was full to the brim on food. Mysterious Good-Looking Free Food Stranger looks at me as he doesn’t touch his meal, which consists of fries and a coke. I suddenly felt self conscious at my eating but then brush it off as I would probably not see this guy again. An abrupt thought popped into my head, ‘what if this guy has a creepy likeness to watching girls eat food.”

“Stop staring at me, I like eating food without being watched,” I blurted out.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I was just wondering how much food you could eat,” he flirtatiously chuckled, pointing to all the empty wrappers and plastic containers.

“I just really like food,” I explained, blushing.

“Then why did you drive here when there are plenty of better food restaurants we could’ve gone to,” he complained. At those words, I finally took in the whole look of this Mysterious Good-Looking Free Food Stranger. He was dressed in beige khakis, a blue collared-shirt which were topped off by his black trench coat. I didn’t have to even glance at his shoes to realise he was Mysterious Good-Looking Free Food Rich Stranger. He would obviously eat somewhere which matched the quality of his clothes.

“You don’t like McDonalds?” I asked with a melodramatic shocked expression.

“Not one bit,” he replied, smirking a me.

“I feel insulted at the fact that you can’t enjoy the finest things in life,” I tease him.

“Haha, you would be surprised at finest when you eat at an actual restaurant,” he countered with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes, what an arrogant and upstuck rich boy. “Why did you accept my change of terms then? If you would rather eat somewhere more fancy,” I questioned rich boy, changing into a semi serious tone.

“It looked like you were having a bad day and food always cures a bad day,” he answered in a way that I couldn’t tell if he was fibbing or not.

“Why did you decide to help out a random stranger, considering that I almost ran you over with my car?” I questioned him again, pressing it into him as I ate the remaining fries.

He adjusted his collar at the tension that was building up. “Well, nthe thing is, I have this situation I need help with,” he paused, taking a deep breath. Mr Flirty was no more.

“What kind of situation?” I asked, becoming intrigued.

“I need a date for this very important ball I am attending and I need you to pose as my mate,” he admitted. “I’m willing to pay you.”

I almost choke on my fries at this surprising offer. But at the mention of mate a flood of emotions that I secretly suppressed for tonight. Goodbye to this distraction, I thought as I abruptly stood up and walked towards the exit, not sparing a glance back. A wave of nightly air hits me as I opened the door. Tears threatened to leak out of my eyes when I stepped into my red car. How can emotions hurt so much? I thought. The image of my apparent mate staring lovingly at my sister popped in my head, sending ache to my heart. I sat in the driving seat, trying to turn on the car so I could drive and drive to nowhere to escape my current life situation. My thoughts wandered around at the possibilities of how my mate didn’t choose me. My sadness turns into confusion. Why? Why didn’t he? I pondered.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knocking at my window.