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Chapter1.

Slap! And the woman fumed "It is over between us! You worthless trash! Go die, YOU YOU F***ing son of a b****! Hope you have a freaking long life with this whore!" With that, she stomped out of the café, furiously bumping into other people.

"That was … peaceful" muttered Syaoran, tending his sore cheek. "Well, it was a brutal method you chose." Replied a green-eyed woman, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Ouch Sakura, she was asking for it. Who does she think she is? My mother? I don't like women who nag. My mother is more than sufficient for the job." Retorted Syaoran, his brown eyes filled with anger and hatred for the woman who just left."Oh? You men..." she shook her head disbelievingly and continued talking. "Anyway, here's my favorite part! So… holding hands twice equals $100, kiss on the cheek equals $200, placing your arm on my shoulder is $150, touching my thighs thrice means $300… So the total is $750 it seems... Oh wait, you played with my hair throughout the drive too. That is $360. Hold on… So the final sum adds up to? Give me a second, let me…" But before she could continue, Syaoran intervened "it is $1060."

Untrusting him, she pulled out her phone and started punching in the figures which showed $1060 as the full amount. Scratching her head out of embarrassment, she said "Okay, you are correct , so pay up!" Grinning at her, Syaoran spoke "ever so avaricious my dear. But today I forgot to bring a wallet! So what if I grant you any of your wish? Oh I know, you can become my next girlfriend!" Humored Syaoran, whose joke was only met with cold, death glare from the auburn-haired woman.

"Kidding kidding. Loosen up beautiful. It is called joking – ever heard of it?" replied Syaoran smoothly, unfazed by her frown and pulled out a wallet, passing her the money. Her smile quickly returned and accepted the bills.

"Awww you are absolutely the best!" After putting away the money, she adeptly prepared to leave. However, she was stopped. "Woah woah, hasty woman! Dinner? After all, you earned over $1000 within an hour! So why don't you graciously allow me to treat you to dinner as a customer-service? I just got dumped. I need some healing to tend to my fractured heart" Exclaimed Syaoran with a fake-distress placed upon his visage.

Sakura chuckled softly. But after a brief pretentious moment of thinking, she nodded – "That sounds doable. After all, you are my frequent customer" she added with a cute wink. Then the two left the café. All but oblivious of the fate playing at hand.