"THIS IS your fault! I got fired because of you! You have no idea what this means to me because you're a heartless elite who doesn't care about low class people. You're such an arse!"

Taeyong wishes he hasn't seen and heard that. He should've just left when she saw her back at that same tree where he first saw her earlier. But the moment he took a step back, he heard her saying those words and he already knew they were meant for him. It's weird that he suddenly feels guilty that he lied to her.

"TY!" Someone suddenly snaps his fingers infront of him, interrupting his thoughts. "Hey, I'm talking here," Yuta says in frustration.

"Sorry mate," he says, munching on the burger he got for lunch.

"So what can you suggest I do for her to forgive me?" Yuta asks him.

Taeyong heaves a deep sigh. He doesn't really know what to respond and he's too lazy to think of an answer. Besides, he's not into those kinds of things. He just asks a girl and dates her. Then, he breaks up with her and moves on with another one. He isn't the type to give things either. Why make it serious? Nothing lasts after all.

"Why am I even asking you?" Yuta says, giving up.

"I told you just give her flowers, mate," Hansol suggests. "And chocolates."

Flowers? Taeyong suddenly stops eating, looking and smiling at Yuta. He just thought of something. "Ye, give her flowers. All girls like flowers."

Yuta and Hansol exchange looks, narrowing their eyes at him. "What's with that sudden enthusiasm of yours?" the latter asks curiously.

"I'm just agreeing with what you said. Flowers and chocolates will make her happy. And with that..." Taeyong pauses, bringing out his phone and typing the name of the flower shop written on the girl's notebook. EXP Flower Delivery Service. When he finally finds it online, he confirms a booking and pays for it. "There. I already took care of it for you, mate. Consider it as my treat."

Yuta glances over at his phone. "EXP Flower Delivery? Since when have you known that place? Are you secretly giving flowers to your girls?"

Taeyong chuckles, finishing his burger. "Just a thank you is fine, mate. No more questions." He continues eating his food, anticipating for the delivery to come.

Just then, Yuta elbows him on the side, stopping him. "TY, look!"

A gorgeous and tall girl, who looks like someone who can only be seen on the cover of magazines, appears on the entrance of the dining hall. Almost everyone inside literally stops eating and admires the blonde girl walking past them.

Taeyong pauses for a couple of seconds, looking at her. After almost 3 years of not seeing her, he can say she became more beautiful than the last time he saw her. He's about to look away, when suddenly, her eyes caught his gaze. She flashes him a thin smile, but he ignores it and looks down on his food.

"Zia's really fit!" Yuta comments, his eyes still on the girl.

Hansol punches him on the arm lightly. "Don't you have a girlfriend to please?"

"I'm just saying that she's fit," Yuta clarifies, shrugging.

"Well don't say that while your girlfriend's around." Hansol notices that Taeyong falls silent again. "TY, you alright?"

Taeyong just nods, though he suddenly doesn't feel like eating anymore. He stands up from his seat, ignoring his friends' questions. He just doesn't want to be in the same place as her. It's fortunate enough that they're not on the same classes. Until now, he can't understand why she suddenly shows up again at New Humpshire. He already accepted the fact that she'd never choose him as her first priority.

"TY! Wait up! Where are you going?" Yuta calls out with Hansol trailing behind him.

Taeyong stops momentarily, turning around to face them. "Wait for the delivery at the garden. Call Olivia and tell her to meet you there," he instructs, looking at Yuta. He proceeds to walk back to their building and decides to go inside the library where he can think and stay in silence.

♚♚♚

"ARE you Miss Olivia Thomas?" Traze asks, looking at the booking confirmation on the notebook and glancing back at the brunette girl infront of her, who looks bewildered.

"Yes. That's me. Why?" The girl named Olivia asks back, arching a brow.

Traze forces a smile, just to show respect since she's a customer. She hands her the bouquet of roses, box of chocolates and a mini stuffed bear. "This is for you, ma'am. It's from sir... Yuta Nakamoto," she says, reading her notebook and confirming if what she's reading is right. Yuta? Why does that name sound familiar?

"Ah really? Did that lad really send this to me?" Olivia asks again, still not convinced.

Traze nods. "Yes ma'am. He sent it just for you."

Olivia smells the roses and smiles. "I guess he can be sweet if he wants to."

"Munter?" Someone suddenly exclaims, startling Traze from behind her. When she turns around, she sees a familiar face, who happens to be the one who booked the delivery. I was right then. "It's you," he says, smiling widely.

Traze tries to calm down, despite the fact that he just called her munter. "Sir, I already gave her your order," she answers, preparing to leave.

Yuta suddenly claps his hands, stopping her. "Ah! I get it now. That lad! So that must be why he booked a delivery from that shop."

"You know each other?" Olivia butts in, her voice suggesting a hint of anger (if not jealousy).

Meanwhile, Traze squints, her brows arching in confusion at Yuta. What is this lad talking about? "I'll leave now, sir. Thank you for availing our service," she just says, dismissing her curiosity.

"Wait, aren't you gonna say hi to my mate TY?" Yuta asks, stopping Traze again. "Do you want me to call him?"

TY? He booked it? Shaking her head in disbelief, she turns to Yuta again. "I'm sorry, sir. I have to leave now."

"Alright. I'll just tell him about you then," Yuta waves his hand at her, as she turns her back.

Traze is still confused as to why Taeyong suddenly booked their service for his friend. But either way, she's still fired and her boss just told her to finish the day to at least earn her some money. Now she has to find another job again that will hire an undergraduate like her and won't require any special skill.

When afternoon comes, she finally gets dismissed with her one-day salary, which is just enough to compensate her effort in going back and forth to Eton and delivering a few orders around the city. She goes out of the shop, starving and exhausted so she stops by at the nearby convenience store to grab something to eat.

With her inadequate salary, she just buys a doughnut and sits on the chair facing the transparent glass wall. She brings out her phone and searches for messages, but there's none. After a few minutes, her phone dies down again. Ugh, I really need to get a new phone now. She sighs, placing down her phone on the table and goes back to eating.

As she finishes the last of her doughnut, a black and shiny limousine suddenly stops infront of the store. She watches in awe, as a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit and dark shades steps out of the front door and makes his way inside the store. He looks like one of those security men of celebrities or important people. She wonders who is inside that limo, and more importantly, why he or she ordered her security to enter inside the store.

The man in suit walks in every aisle of the store, as if searching for something. Traze narrows her eyes in confusion. What is he looking for? Shaking her head, she stands up from her seat and dismisses her curiosity. When she reaches the trash bin to throw her waste, she notices a small black leather bag inside. It's so shiny it's impossible for anyone to miss it. But why would anyone throw a bag here?

Out of rarity, she pulls up the bag and it still looks new. She looks around, but the other people inside are either busy shopping or paying at the counter. I guess they don't want this anymore. Even though she wants to keep it for herself, she decides to turn it over at the counter to tell the employees to post it on their lost and found list. But as soon as she takes a step forward, someone grabs her by the arm, startling her.

When she turns around, she sees the man in suit, his grip tighter getting tighter. "S-sir, what do you want?" she asks boldly, though deep inside, she's scared as hell.

The man doesn't answer. Instead, he grabs the bag from her hand, inspecting it. "I'm looking for this. It belongs to my master."

"O-oh, really sir? I'm sorry. I just found this inside the bin."

"I'll take this," the man says, taking the bag and exiting the store.

Traze sighs in relief after he walks out. She doesn't know why but there's something about that man and that bag that stir up her wonder and interest. She steps out of the store and proceeds to walk the pavement, when suddenly, the limo she saw minutes ago stops on the side, just a meter away from her. The man in suit appears again and walks towards her.

In that moment, she plans on running away, but the man finally speaks. "My master wants to thank you for giving this bag back." He suddenly bows infront of her. "What do you want in return?"

"N-No, it's alright. I didn't do much. I just saw it. I'm glad to return it to the owner," she says, forcing a smile.

"My master insists on asking for compensation... anything you want, miss?" the man asks again.

"Really, sir. It's alright. I don't want anything in return," she answers, shaking her head.

The man pauses, touching his earpiece and speaking on it. "She doesn't want anything, master." He nods and answers his master over the earpiece, and after a few seconds, he brings out something from his coat and hands it to her. "This is master's business card. He said you can call him anytime if you need help or anything. Have a good day, miss."

Traze gulps down, looking at the card on her hand. Green Fox Corp. Steven Miller. Executive Chairman and CEO. "This isn't real, is it?"

A/N: How are you all doing mates? Sorry for the late update yet again. I wanted to update few days ago but Wattpad won't let me. I don't know why. -_- 

Anyway, hope you liked this update. Please do vote and comment as well if you have time. Thank you so much! ^^

~neoluv