Chapter 84 Just Don't Move Too Much.
Hugo stood outside the yoga studio with the smuggest grin plastered across his face. He was still riding high after scoring Luna's number—the Luna!
The light breeze tousled his hair, adding to his victorious aura. In his head, he was already composing cool texts he could send her.
But beside him, Daphne wasn't sharing his celebratory mood.
She leaned against the wall, her shoulders slightly slumped, her eyes fixed on the pavement as if it held all the answers to life's problems.
The usual fun and cheerfulness in her voice were strangely absent.
Hugo finally noticed the gloomy cloud hovering over her. His grin faltered. 'Why does she look so... sad? Oh no. Did I do something wrong?'
The realisation hit him like a yoga mat to the face. 'Oh crap. Did I make her feel bad when I was flirting with Luna? Did I ignore her? She tried so hard to jump in, and I just—'
He winced inwardly. 'Great job, Hugo. You're officially a jerk.'
Clearing his throat awkwardly, Hugo turned to Daphne. "Hey, uh… you okay?"
She gave a half-hearted shrug. "Yeah. I'm fine." Your next chapter is on empire
She was not fine.
"Come on," Hugo pressed. "You're way too quiet. Usually, you'd be telling me about how much you love eating beans by now."
That earned him a tiny smile, but it disappeared just as quickly.
He scratched the back of his neck, feeling guilt creep up on him. Then, in a burst of inspiration, he blurted out, "How about lunch?"
Daphne blinked, startled. "Lunch? Like… with me?"
"Yeah, you know, food," Hugo said, trying to sound casual. "I mean, we just survived yoga hell together. It's only fair we refuel, right?"
Daphne's face lit up, and her cheeks flushed pink. "If you don't mind… I mean, sure, if you're offering."
Determined to make amends, he forced a grin. "Alright, I'll take you to a nice spot. My treat."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah, and I'll even give you the VIP experience," he added. "We'll go on my bike."
Cut to two minutes later, and Hugo was seriously regretting his life choices.
His electric bike originally wasn't built for two people, let alone someone as… curvy as Daphne.
The frame groaned in protest as she tried to hop on behind him.
"Uh, you sure this thing can handle us?" Daphne asked, eyeing the bike with doubt.
"Of course it can!" Hugo said confidently, even though the bike's suspension was practically begging for mercy.
"Alright, scoot forward," she said, trying to climb on.
"I am forward!" Hugo replied, his knees already jammed against the handlebars.
"Well, move more!"
"I can't move more! If I do, I'll be sitting on the fuel tank!"
Daphne grumbled as she tried to wedge herself into the tiny back seat. The bike wobbled dangerously. Hugo had to grip the handlebars tightly just to keep them upright.
After a solid two minutes of pushing, pulling, and a lot of awkward "Oops, sorry!" moments, they finally managed to squeeze onto the bike.
Hugo was crammed so far forward his chest was nearly hugging the handlebars, and Daphne was perched precariously on the back, clinging to him like her life depended on it.
"Okay," Hugo panted. "We're good. Just… don't move too much, or we'll tip over."
"Don't move?!" Daphne shot back playfully. "I can't even breathe back here!"
The bike sputtered to life, wobbling like a drunken flamingo as Hugo tried to keep it steady. Cars honked at them as they crawled down the street at a snail's pace.
"Are we even moving?" Daphne asked sarcastically.
"Yes, we are!" Hugo snapped, though he wasn't entirely sure.
When they finally arrived, Daphne all but tumbled off the bike, muttering something about never doing that again. Hugo helped her up, feeling like he'd just survived a battle.
The restaurant was a cosy little diner, the kind with checkered tablecloths and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air.
They slid into a booth by the window, and Hugo grabbed a menu, pretending to look it over while stealing glances at Daphne.
"Wow, this place is nice," Daphne said, her tone lighter now. "I didn't know you had good taste."
"Pfft, I always have good taste," Hugo replied, flashing her a grin.
As their food arrived, Daphne leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "So, Hugo, what's your deal?"
"My deal?" he asked, stuffing a fry into his mouth.
"Yeah. You're, like, surprisingly… interesting."
"'Surprisingly'?" Hugo repeated, feigning offence. "Wow, thanks. That's a real ego boost."Nôv(el)B\\jnn
She giggled. "I mean it! You're funny, and, I don't know… you're not what I expected."
Hugo chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I aim to surprise."
As they chatted, Hugo learned more about Daphne. She worked as a barista at a small coffee shop, loved cheesy romance movies, and had a soft spot for stray cats.
She, in turn, bombarded him with questions about his life. "What do you do when you're not, uh… awkwardly hitting on yoga instructors?"
Hugo smirked. "Oh, you know, I'm between jobs. Just figuring things out right now."
Despite the easy banter, Hugo couldn't shake the little voice in his head. 'She's nice. She's fun. But… she's not a 7. The System won't reward me for this.'
Still, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her feelings. 'I'll just… make this lunch great for her, he decided.'
As they finished their meal, Daphne leaned in with a playful grin. "Alright, Hugo. Be honest. How many girls have you taken to this 'nice spot' of yours?"
"None!" Hugo said quickly. "This is a VIP experience, just for you."
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Really? Not even one?"
He hesitated jokingly. "Uh… well… there might have been a few..."
She laughed, clearly enjoying his jokes.
As they left the restaurant, Daphne was practically glowing, and Hugo felt… surprisingly okay.
Maybe today hadn't been about System rewards or big wins. Sometimes, just making someone smile was enough.
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[A/N: More exciting chapters soon to happen! Get ready for another round of dirty cliffhangers!]
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