Make Me His Substitute
He's Very Handsome!
Agatha and Amara nodded in agreement and did not forget to thank the servant. Both of them stepped towards the second floor by climbing the stairs that became access to the floor.
Having just set foot on the second floor, Agatha's two eyeballs had already been made to pattern looking at the figure of a man she very much did not expect to see by her at this moment.
"He!" Agatha murmured quietly but could be heard by Amara.
"What's up, Gatha?" Ask Amara.
Agatha gave no answer. He invited Amara to leave the second floor.
"We're here, Gatha. You've seen all the tables downstairs full and only the top floor is empty." Reject Amara.
"But—" Agatha was about to argue but Amara had already pulled her hand towards an empty table and was on the balcony.
"Jeez Mara!" Agatha grumbled inwardly as Amara invited her to sit at the table that was close to the man she had been avoiding.
"You're so weird Agatha!" Amara shook her head looking at Agatha who seemed to be acting strangely.
Agatha was about to explain her heart intent at this time intending to undo Amara's intention to continue the intention of sitting at the table. But that intention was forced to be undone by Agatha when a servant came to hand them the menu book.
Amara immediately mentioned the menu he wanted after seeing what menus are available in the menu book. While Agatha who felt lazy to choose orders following orders for drinks and food Amara only.
"What's the matter, Gatha? Why don't you want to sit here?" Ask Amara.
Agatha did not immediately answer because now her eyes were glaring at the man who was looking at her with a thin grin on his handsome face.
"Gatha?" Amara is back.
Amara nodded and was about to turn her head but the movement of her head was already restrained with Agatha's hand movements. "Don't
looking towards the back! The man behind you right now is the man I was referring to in the car."
"What!" Amara shrieked and subconsciously turned her head back towards the back with a slight defiance of Agatha's hand movements.
"Marrata!" This time both eyes of Agatha glared at Amara who could not be invited to compromise.
"In-he, the handsome bule man behind us is Mr Richard you mean?" Amara's Chick.
A nod in Agatha's head answered Amara's question. "He's that shitty guy! That's why I don't want us sitting here!" Agatha again sat her body in an upright position as before.
"But..." Amara scratched her head that was not itchy. They have already ordered drinks and food orders and are unlikely to be cancelled. Wrapping it also feels Amara does not want to.
"Alright, Gatha. Let's just sit here. Let's just say he's not here." Amara did not want to think much.
"You're really, Mara!" Agatha grumbled because Amara was so unable to compromise right now.
"Let's just say, let me sit in your chair and you move into my chair." Amara's suggestion that Agatha no longer see Richard's face.
Agatha then agreed and moved to sit with Amara. And this time, Amara could clearly see the handsome face of Richard's bule.
"God, prince bule fell from where this is. Why is he so handsome!" Amara muttered while holding both cheeks after looking at the handsome face of Richard who was smiling at him.
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