After Judy returns to the restaurant, the manager strides quickly toward her. "Did she like the cake?" He asks with a curious tone. Seeing her reaction, he patiently awaits her response, showing a genuine interest in her answer, but the uncertainty of answering his question is clear on her face.
"Sir, I need to use the restroom. Can I please?" His expression quickly turns sour as he nods in response to her uncertainty.
Judy is having unbearable back pain, and after meeting Daisy, she requests her assistance. They enter the women's restroom, and she removes her uniform and top, asking Daisy to have a look at her back to examine the cause of the pain. "Wth, Judy!" Her yells resonate near her ear. "What happened? Y-you know it's hurting a little though." Daisy replies to her while panicking, "Blood is dripping!" She checks out her top instantly. Daisy is correct; there are tiny blood drops on her top.
As she is wearing a black top, nobody notices it. However, the stinging makes her doubtful about something like that. "You can't be that careless, can you? Let's go to the hospital now." Judy nods at her while putting on the top. Daisy tells the condition of her health to the manager, who gives his consent.
Fortunately, the hospital isn't far away, so it doesn't take much time to get there. After treating her wounds and buying the prescribed medications, they both come out of the hospital. "You're just careless! You've gotten hurt that severely and still don't care about it!" Despite receiving scowls from her relative, Judy pays no attention to her because she appreciates the fact that this girl is the only one who shows her care and concern in the self-centered city where they reside.
"My darling, don't worry about me; I'm all right now," she says confidently to calm her down. "Shut up, isn't it hurting?" "Umm, a little, but it's okay," Judy looks at her while grinning sheepishly. "You know I kind of feel better when I get hurt because I love to make you worried." Judy maintains easygoing conduct in response to Daisy's growing frustration while holding her hand and making eye contact. "In this world, only a few people are lucky to have a friend like you, and I got that one, so why don't I make her worry a little?"
Daisy expresses her dissatisfaction by glaring at her. "I'm also lucky to have you as my friend, but your carelessness scares me sometimes. If you don't take care of yourself, then who will look after granny?" Daisy says with her earnest, still caring tone that makes Judy hug her immediately.
"Thanks a lot for coming into my life." She says, smiling at her and after releasing her embrace, Judy walks past Daisy. "If I die someday, then please look after my grandmother." She playfully teases her by laughing and sticking out her tongue but gets amused by her humorous response, causing her to laugh even harder.
"Stop right here," she yells, "you silly girl!" She approaches her and firmly grasps her ear. "Argh, Daisy! It's hurting. Please let go of my poor ear." "Not until you promise me not to make this type of joke again." "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, my grandma; now please let go of me."
"Okay, I'm sparing you this time, but remember, this is the last time I am letting you go." She releases her grip on the ear, prompting Judy to breathe a sigh of relief and gently massage the affected area. "Oh, I have something important to tell you." "What's it?" Judy asks her curiously.
"Remember, I told you about my friend?" Daisy says, glancing at her intently. Judy's face reflects confusion as she can't remember anything. "Don't tell me you've gotten a boyfriend." Knowing the condition of her brain, Daisy rolls her eyes. "My friend just arrived here to meet me." "Ehhh! I mean, you two are dating already! How dare you, Daisy? I'm your best friend, and I know nothing about it!" Her continuous nagging breaks Daisy's tolerance level. Finding no choice, she pinches her n**ple hard. "Argh!" Judy screams, "My precious n**ple is gone!" Daisy covers her mouth to prevent passersby from overhearing their conversation.
"You shameless b**h!" Daisy yells. "You two are already dating?" Judy asks again, making her scoff. "No, dumb! You know I sometimes want to beat your a*s up so bad." Daisy's expression makes her surprised. After some moments, Daisy's phone begins to ring.
"Judy, he's calling." "Okay, talk to him. I'm waiting." Judy patiently waits for Daisy to finish her call and after finishing the call, Daisy holds her hand. "It'll take five minutes to reach the cafe where he's waiting. Are you okay with that?" "Yeah, I'm okay with that," she says, "let's go."
They join the stream of pedestrians walking towards the cafe, frequently getting interrupted by the horns of passing cars.
As they make their way inside the cafe, a young man catches the attention of Daisy around their age and greets him with a friendly wave, which is paid back by the young man. Judy is amazed by his handsomeness but Daisy has never mentioned him before. The young man's sculpted jawline and mesmerizing feline-shaped eyes make him very attractive, which is further enhanced by his clothing of a white t-shirt and black jacket.
"Here is he!" Daisy points her finger at him excitedly. They go to the table where he is sitting while putting on a beautiful smile on his charming face. "It's been a while, Daisy," he says."Yeah." She nods at him, and they shake hands.
"Hey, Smith, meet my friend, Judy," Daisy says while looking at her. He looks at her, beaming from ear to ear.
"Hi, I'm George Smith; nice to meet you." He spreads his hand to her. As her heartbeat increases so her words get stuck in her throat, but somehow she manages to speak nervously.
"Hi, I'm Judy; nice to meet you." As they exchange handshakes, Judy offers him a shy smile. Though she is unsure of what is causing her discomfort, she admits that she has never felt this way before. At an understanding of their preliminary conversation, they take their seats.
"Judy, sit carefully, and don't hurt your back." Daisy alarms her, so she doesn't press her back against the chair. Smith frowns at them and asks if something has happened to her.
"She just hurt her back," Daisy tells him of the problem, and he directs his gaze toward Judy. She feels it is wrong to discuss her health issues with someone she has never before met. "Don't worry, I'm okay with that," she assures them.
"Are you sure?" He asks, looking straight into her eyes, which increases her nervousness. She immediately nods at him and turns her gaze to the night sky visible through the cafe's glass.
"Smith, I told you about her, so you know what happened, and it will be really helpful for her if she could get admitted into your father's university," Daisy tells him with her little pleading voice.
"Don't worry, the examination hasn't started yet. As I am also participating in the examination, I can help you, Judy." He looks at her confidently.
"Thanks a lot." Judy offers a smile to Smith, who reciprocates the gesture with a slight nod. "Woah! That'll be great; we don't have to worry about it now," Daisy says, "but I think you two are getting very formal; please put your formalities aside."
"Yeah, definitely, we will." Judy awkwardly laughs while looking at him.
Noticing a book by his side, Judy finds herself increasingly attracted to him. The longer she sees him, the more her curiosity about him grows. "You like reading books?" "Kind of drugs for me," he says, grinning sheepishly.
"Judy, he is just like you." Daisy says exasperatedly, "Book, book, book—the most annoying thing of my life."
"Don't you call my love annoying?" As Judy speaks, she is surprised to hear Smith simultaneously uttering the exact same phrase, a coincidence.
"Woah! What a harmony! You two boring human beings, I hate you two." Daisy tells them, folding her hands on her chest, making them laugh together.
"Try to read some books if you want to be happy," Judy says in a commanding tone, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, Daisy. She is right."
"You too, Smith!" Daisy gives them her dazed look. After having a happy time at the cafe, they eat dinner and leave for their house.
"Thanks a lot; if you weren't here today, I don't know how I would be able to manage," Judy says. An adorable smile spreads across her face without any effort. "If you want to give thanks, then give it to Smith, but I think you both kind of like each other. Is it love at first sight?" Daisy speaks while giving Judy her examining look, making her choke.
"What're you saying now?" She asks loudly and rolls her eyes at her sudden assumption. "Ha-ha, think about it; nowadays, finding a man like him is very tough."
"Yeah," Judy admits, "your friend is too cute to handle, but keep the cutie pie with you; I don't need him." Judy feels an incredible feeling of delight when she interacts with Smith although she pretends not to like him. "Huh, I don't like cutie pies; he's not my type because I'm into bad boys." Judy scoffs after listening to Daisy. "Is that so?"
"Okay, let's see how long you can handle my cutie-pie Smith, and I know you very well." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Even though Judy snorts jokingly, she is drawn to Smith's behavior. She considers him to be a nice person, and she finds interests like his love of literature particularly appealing.
He considers his idea to bring Rylee home to meet his mother while standing in front of the mirror in Ellen's mansion. His aim is that by introducing her as a friend, the conflict with his mother will be settled. Just then, his college friend and trusted assistant, Zen, enters the room. Known for his kindheartedness and exceptional organizational skills, Zen was appointed by his mother to assist him. Despite his average height and well-built physique, Zen's most remarkable qualities are his personality and stunning eyes, which he finds difficult to admit are also a point of attraction for him.
"Happy birthday, Ellen." Zen gives him his famous boxy smile. "Thanks, my friend." Ellen smiles back at him."Here's your suit and all the stuff you have chosen." Zen places the clothing and accessories that Ellen will be wearing that evening on his bed. "So, Rylee is coming today?" Zen asks curiously, which is responded to instantly. "You should open up about your relationship," Zen suggests. "I mean, how long are you going to keep it hidden from Aunt?" "I don't know, Zen." Ellen sighs deeply. "It feels like Mom will not like her."
"Well, you know about her choice." Zen shrugs. "If that happens, you'll have to lose her, and you can't lose her in any way because you've grown attached to her." His sudden thoughtfulness pulls Ellen into the world of brooding.
"What if Aunt finds out about it on her own?" Zen asks with a firm tone. "Then the situation will deteriorate, so it's better to confess on your own. Who knows what if she accepts it." Ellen can rely on Zen, but he is afraid of losing Rylee.
"I can't, Zen," he says, as mixed emotions start to play in his heart. He is confused about what he wants and what he doesn't want.
"You love that girl a lot, Ellen." Zen serves as a reminder for him.