BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 3

I feel like I'm being ripped off by my niece. 

She gives me her iphone 4s while she happily takes my iphone 10 Pro. 

She's taking my Range Rover while I'm stuck with her itchy 20 year old Honda Civic. 

She joyfully went out with my Chanel Wallet On Chain while I'm here carrying her 20 dollars bag. 

Thank God we don't share the same size so I don't feel like I have to borrow her clothes as well to be a 19 year old. 

Either way, she's so happy she can bring her friends to the club today with my car, taking pictures with my phone, all while having my baby Chanel on her shoulder. It's all because "you didn't tell me earlier about this, I've already made plans with my friends, Fie! I don't care, I'm going!" 

And, the best part is, we have to change our Identification Card. So tonight she gets to drink using my IC. I'm so dead if my sister finds out about this. 

"Good afternoon, Miss. May I know if you have a reservation or walk in?" A polite lady greets me in front of the restaurant. 

"Hi. I have a reservation under Pheonix." I have no idea who's Pheonix, maybe it's Veronica's real name, I'm just following what's being written here in this email.

Time: 3pm

Place: Alexis

Reservation: Pheonix

Client: A.G and L.L.S

Tell me, do you think L.L.S will be good looking? 

Rich? I think so, because I did tick the Money part. 

Young? Definitely. I'm guessing it's going to be 35. I mean, unless he's a fiction character in Watpadd, he'll most probably be at the very end of this age range if he were to provide me with money. 

I know I make a lot of money, why would I want money from this. Because, I believe people with money has more brain than those who don't. Afterall, I ought to get something out of this after all the hardwork I've done to be a 19 year old. 

And to pay for the damages Abby might make with my phone, my car, and my bag at this moment. Urgh, I feel like calling her right now just to remind her not to make even a scratch on those items! 

"Right this way, Miss." She gestured me to the end of the hall which leaves me more nervous. Why is the place so big, I can't wait to put a face to this misterious LLS. 

I'm wearing a black denim skirt that stops at the middle of my thigh, not too short, not too long, just like what a 19 year old would wear. 

With a white, loose t-shirt that is cute, definitely what a 19 year old would wear to her first date with Daddy. 

And white sneakers for some sporty style. Now I definitely look like a 19 year old, right? 

I set my hair into a ponytail with a side fringe framing my face, a style I've always worn during my teen years. 

Lastly, Abby's 20 dollars bag that makes me put a mental note to buy a cheap bag later so she won't have another excuse to take my handbag again. Ever again. No more bag exchange. 

She stops at a table located at one corner of the restaurant. I bet Veronica purposely reserve a table here so others won't hear us. 

There's a guy sitting there. 

LLS. 

LLS was sitting there in a white shirt, blue jeans, his back facing me. This is totally different than what I've imagined. 

I mean all the books mention the protagonist to be tall, broad shoulder, handsome, muscles and all. In suits. Suits! But this is not a suit. How am I going to expect if he really has money for his sugarbaby? For me? 

He turns to me as I walk to the seat opposite of him. 

"Hi," I'm so nervous it comes out as a whisper. I smile as I sit, OH DEAR GOD. 

I feel like kneeling on the floor, wanting to worship this God. He's everything I imagined to be my protagonist in this story. Well, except the suit part but OH GOD. 

"Hi." His deep voice is definitely the deal breaker. Yes! Yes! I'll be your sugar! I'll be your baby! I'll be anything you want!