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♪ Special Girl - Infinite H
Alexander glanced at himself in the reflection of the glass before making his way out the door—a frown adorned his features as he suddenly stopped in front of it, running his fingers through his hair slowly. Who’s bright idea was it for him to be blonde?
Oh right. Zophiel. It’d look good, the brat insisted, I promise. Alexander sighed and mused his hair again before running out the door. “Don’t be late, you dick,” he mumbled to himself as he bowed to the woman at the floral shop, who had given him the bouquet of red roses and was now waving at him goodbye and wishing him luck. “Why did I think taking a nap was a good idea?” Rolling his eyes at himself, he stopped by just one more time in front of the floral shop’s window to check out his reflection. Let it be known that he, the infamous (not really) Alexander Kim, the big shot workaholic doctor, was going on a blind date, set up by a mutual friend.
And he didn’t even know that it was an unspoken rules that clip on bow ties were not allowed on dates. Neither were shirts that say “My aunt went to Hawaii and all I got was this shirt.” But flowers were necessary. Who knew?
Wiping his sweaty palms on the legs of his khakis, he plopped down at a table on the outdoor patio of the quaint Italian restaurant he had looked up earlier last week. The bright red roses sat on the table, just begging for him to stutter over his name when he finally introduced himself to her. She’s probably really pretty, he thought to himself, and this is a pity date. Oh, this is totally a pity date. He cleared his throat, testing out the way his voice sounded (did it sound manly? Did he sound like a girl? Did he ever pass the prepubescent stage of childhood?) and used the spoon to—once again—check out his reflection. In fact, it was in that spoon that he saw his date—causing him to drop the said utensil and scramble to his feet. “Kim Alexander I’m Hi.” Wait, what? “Uh, I mean, I’m-I’m Alexander.”
Smooth.
