Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
33.

Charlotte stepped slowly as she pushed her glasses closer to the base of her nose while pushing against the cafe glass door and walking closer to the cashier table.

"I ordered two glasses of cappucino, no ice!" Charlotte said to the woman standing by the cashier's desk. The woman was currently staring at Charlotte's face without blinking.

Charlotte frowned when she saw the woman had not yet made her order and instead stood in her position, looking at her.

"Excuse me!" charlotte once again.

"Ah, I'm sorry miss." said the woman regained her senses and said nervously. "What did you order?"

"Two Cappucinos, no ice!" reset Charlotte.

"Good! I'll make it now. Are you drinking at the lady's?"

Charlotte shook her head slowly. "I'm kind of in a hurry right now, I'm just drinking on the street!"

"Ba-good!" said the woman then started making Charlotte's coffee. After a while, he nervously handed Charlotte two cups of coffee.

As she was about to pay, Charlotte realized that she was still staring at him.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Charlotte asked unceremoniously while holding both of her cheeks.

"Ah. ti-no, there's nothing wrong with your face, miss. Is this Charlotte Clinton? Charlotte's the model?" the barista looked at Charlotte with an embarrassed smile.

"Gosh, I thought my makeup today looked messy! Emm yeah, you're right. I'm Charlotte Clinton." Charlotte replied with a smile.

"I have guessed! I didn't think you'd come here again! It turns out that the real you is very beautiful, miss.." said the girl in a complimenting tone.

Charlotte smile. "Thank you!"

The woman nodded. "Yes, miss! Some time ago I saw you coming here, but I'm not so sure it was you."

"Yes! That was me!" charlotte replied while giving her money to pay. He took two cups of coffee. "You can get the change."

After getting her ordered drink, Charlotte turned around and walked quickly out of the cafe. He opened the door and stepped in a little hurry, until…

BRUK!

"Damn!" Charlotte cursed once one of the coffees she was holding fell down as her body accidentally hit someone right in front of the exit.

Charlotte stared at her coffee glass that was already above the ground. "What are you doing. You've been-"

Charlotte, who was about to grumble, turned her head and immediately looked up when she saw who she had just hit.

His body was just silently fixated, staring straight at the object in front of him.

Handsomest.

Sweet.

For a moment, Charlotte's gaze instantly froze. His eyes did not blink looking at the face of the young man who had just collided with him. For Charlotte, the face of this young man is incredibly handsome, his nose is sharp, white, tall and other perfect things.

Even the color of the glasses Charlotte was wearing at the moment did not make the youth's good looks even less.

The one thing that came to Charlotte's mind at the moment was. This young man before her, he was truly extraordinary.

He's like an angel!

But wait, what is this? Charlotte immediately regained her senses and rounded her eyes as she realized that her coffee had spilled.

Charlotte then complained. He looked back at the handsome young man in front of him. "That's right. Can't you see the road?"

The young man scrunched his forehead. "What's~"

"You don't see, my coffee is spilling" Charlotte said ferociously as she pointed at her empty coffee glass.

The young man blinked in confusion before finally pointing to himself. "Did you just blame me, miss?"

"No! I'm blaming the man standing behind you!" charlotte said in an upset tone.

But foolishly the handsome young man turned his head behind him, looking for the person Charlotte just meant.

Seeing that ridiculous thing Charlotte immediately rolled her eyes lazy. "Are you stupid or what? Isn't it obvious that I'm talking to you, why ask again!"

"Ah, to me apparently!" the young man nodded while scratching the back of his head. He even smiled as if he thought Charlotte's words just now were common.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows next to him when she saw the young man smiling instead. What's so funny here?

The young man then looked at Charlotte confusedly. "But why do you blame me. Isn't it the lady herself who hit me just now?"

Charlotte grieves. What the hell, this young man had just tried to bestow blame on him.

He was sure, this young man was just playing cheap tricks. Isn't this ridiculous thing something that is very common, when someone pretends to bump and then acts innocent. Isn't this scene very clearly seen as a scene in the dramas on television.

Ah, somehow Charlotte felt that all that she did was because she wanted to ask for a signature or photo from Charlotte alone.

"Quick apologize!" charlotte said suddenly and suddenly made the young man's forehead wrinkle.

"You mean, miss, I'm the one who should apologize for this?"

Charlotte folded her hands in front of her chest then nodded arrogantly.

"of course! You must apologize for making my drink fall! I know that you were deliberately bumping into me!"

"You're saying I hit on purpose?" the young man looked at Charlotte in disbelief. "But I explained it earlier. It was the lady who had hit me for being too hasty."

Charlotte's shaking her shoulders indifferently. "I don't care about your explanation. Hurry up and apologize!"

The young man was silent, seemingly thinking made Charlotte sigh lazily.

"What else are you waiting for? I don't have time to wait for you. Hurry up and apologize!"

Charlotte smiled happily. "good. Everyone who is wrong must apologize."

The young man was silent. Not responding to anything.

Charlotte wagged her haired haughtily. "Well, what else do I have to say. I know that I am very famous. But you shouldn't have to use this way to get my attention. This way is so detrimental to me, you know?"

"Getting attention?"

"Well, where's the marker on paper, so I can give you my autograph now?!"

The young man was even flustered with confusion.

"Huh?"

"Where's spidol?" Charlotte extended her hand at the young man, waiting impatiently.

"What spidol?"

"No markers?"

"I don't understand what you mean, miss!"

Charlotte grieves. "Sad, you don't have to pretend to be so innocent. I know, you pretended to hit me just now, just because you wanted to get my autograph, right?"

The young man shook his head.

"I don't understand what signature you mean, miss! Who are you? Why should I ask for your signature?"

"Don't pretend not to understand. I know that you~ wait a minute, did you just say?" charlotte's eyes widened in disbelief. He even hesitated if his hearing was still functioning properly right now.

"I asked who are you?"

"Who do you know?" charlotte asked trying to be sure.

The young man then shook his head. "No, I don't know you, miss!"

Charlotte then lowered her glasses to the base of her nose. He raised his eyebrows and looked at this handsome young man before him with a look of wonder.

Is it true that this young man doesn't know who he is? Charlotte Clinton, her name is already very well known by the public even from various circles.

"You really don't know who I am?" Charlotte asked again in a probing tone.

The young man blinked his eyes, trying to digest the question Charlotte had asked him many times. He then took a slow breath.

"Sorry lady, come on, I've apologized for what happened just now, well even if it wasn't my fault. So now, I'm going! Excuse me, miss."

Charlotte blinked her eyes for a moment, surprised by the young man's reaction. The next second the girl shook her head, trying to resuscitate herself from the shock.

That young man had just left her in the middle of this conversation?

"Hey, wait!" Charlotte moved to hold the handsome young man's arm.

"Yes?"

"Let's see my face. How can you not know me. Watch my face!" charlotte said as she took off her sunglasses.

The young man looked at Charlotte from top to bottom then shook his head once more while pulling his arm that Charlotte was holding.

"Sorry miss, but I really don't know who you are."

"How can you?" siss Charlotte on herself.

The young man remained silent, not answering any of the words that came out of Charlotte's mouth. He then chose to leave Charlotte who is currently staring in surprise.

Charlotte, who was upset, was about to step out of the cafe, but a call stopped her steps.

"Sorry, wait! Miss, wait a minute." exclaimed the voice at Charlotte.

Hearing that cry Charlotte stopped her steps and smiled cynically. It was clearly the voice of the young man.

Charlotte then turned her head back to the young man again, looking at him with a sly smile.

"Why? Do you remember who I am? It's a pity, even if you remember, but I don't have time to give you an autograph."

"Signature?" the young man smiled and then shook his head. "Bu-no, that's not it. Actually I called you again because I wanted to give you this." said the young man while giving a tissue to Charlotte.

The young man pointed at the high heels that Charlotte was wearing.

"That's see! Your shoes are spilled by coffee. It looks dirty. I don't feel good looking at it, because those shoes must be expensive."

Charlotte's body was back in place. He even took a while to stare at the tissue the young man gave him.

"Here, take miss! Don't hesitate!" the young man smiled sweetly. "Em, you just calm down. I have a lot of tissue in my bag if you feel this tissue is lacking." said the young man.

The young man then took out many pieces of tissue from his bag and gave them to Charlotte.

"Here take! Excuse me first! Next time I hope you can be more careful when you step."

The young man stepped inside the cafe and left Charlotte alone on the terrace. While the current Charlotte was already at a loss for words, turning her body to stare at the back of the young man who had just ignored her.

The young man was now seen busy ordering coffee at the barista who had served Charlotte.

The girl then snorted in annoyance. Somehow the young man's treatment hit his pride and made him aware of a reality, that he had just been ignored.

Charlotte Clinton just got ignored.

"Damn."

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