Time Ghost

Chapter 42

“She seems fair-looking for me, how’s about her?”

Ariza Jansen shoves her phone. The man in glasses contemplates, then returned it back to her grasp afterwards,” I’m not interested. She’s too hideous.” He ridiculed.

“Fine, picky dude.”

As his sister scrolls past the pictures, James Watson continues to write down a profile for his dating apps account. Ariza Jansen urged him to take a look since it was faster and much expansive than regular mouth-to-mouth connections. Anonymous, even, because nobody could expose the multi-billionaire’s actual presence without him being open about it.

Urgh, troublesome task…. It’s too boring for me, this God-forsaken website.

Yes, she’s pretty, but such person’s personality outsmarted her physical advantage. I sensed pristine gold-digging ability within her character and can smell them out from kilometers away.

Yes, she’s quite standard-looking. Not too fat or skinny for my interest. Yet, I can’t find her captivating in terms of intellectual prowess. She’s pretty vague in character, too add with my injury. I don’t have to discuss about the ugly ones. It’s all about my finest choice for real James Watson’s palate.

At least, I want the woman to be lovable without needs of money for wooing her in the process. A multi-billionaire should have lots of high-class admirers out there. But, I’ll pick him a perfect woman who would respect him down within.

He’s one vulnerable soul to pamper.

“Ah, she’s the one for you, baby-bo! It’s a match to your profile.”

The man in glasses gazes upon Ariza Jansen and puts a neutral expression against her shrieks. He even carries a fake smile upon the lips,” Hmm, I’ll look into it more.” He answered in brief. One scrolls to her profile, two taps on the list of pictures she was envisaged into the outline of her character, and a sneak peek into linked social media account were required for the entire depiction of her personality at a glance.

Interesting. She a dark horse of this dating apps. One full-face photo to let people recognize her from afar, a funny screenshot for displaying her sense of humor which is quite intellectual in terms of taste, and a few filler photos from various platforms. Oh, and an Asian, too. This little man wants them for his inner desire.

A real person for me. I think it’s worth a shot.  

“I’ll try her, Ariza.” He shrugged a little,” It’s for mom, after all.”

“Thank you so much, James. Your decision will relieve our mother from hassle.”

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Two days of logical-minded conversations later, the two free birds arranged a face-to-face meeting in Saturday evening. James Watson finds the woman to be quite knowledgeable in various subjects. He lured her into talking about drones, and the woman seemed able to capture his explanation about such topic.

And it goes on until the woman filled enough hole in his heart. The man in glasses wants to meet her in person for showing up the truth of their bargain.

I’m the one shaking, not James Watson. He must be passed out in this situation. If I got struck by lightning in the middle of our talk, the real James Watson should carry on with our discussion in the hospital. Indeed, nobody would leave him on the table without sending the man in glasses for a treatment first.

Ah, I have to pick the seat. Let’s assume we’ll be getting struck by the lightning today, so choose a perfect location to lay down.

For the date, James Watson sits on the near-entrance table of the French restaurant. It has far-and-wide walking area across the right side of the table. Meanwhile, his left is a blue-painted checkerboard walls that offers multiple ornaments and framed pictures of their respective awards.

“Bon appetit.”

A female server arrives with his starters. It is deviled eggs with crab, served alongside a glass of prosecco wine for its light and bubbly sensation when it combines. No hints of the other person’s presence, yet.

I’ve never been in a French restaurant before. My first time in this place was for my second years anniversary with my girlfriend, and it was a mess. I can’t bear with escargot’s weird sensation in my mouth. It’s not bad, I just can’t stand unknown gourmet to eat in some ways.

~cling-cling~

The door’s bell ringing. A familiar lady closes the door in polite manner. She is around the same height, attain the similar posture, and putting a little bit of weight across the thigh in the identical way to someone in the past.

She stares at him cold. Warfare behavior strains her blood. Intensity fills the room in-between their distance for themselves to glare against each other in emotionless sense.

Sarah Berlintsmann.

What in the world…. Did she just catfished me to herself?

And the lightning struck straight to the head, yet again.