I was taking a walk with my grandma when I spotted a devastatingly handsome guy. Grandma caught my vibe instantly. "You want his number?" I nodded sheepishly. "I want it, but I don't have the guts." Grandma told me to wait and marched straight up to him. A few minutes later, my phone rang. A deep, magnetic voice came through the speaker. "Hi, your grandma got lost. Could you come pick her up at the intersection?" "..." 1 It was a lazy weekend afternoon, and I was strolling with Grandma, chatting about nothing in particular. Suddenly, I saw him. He was standing outside a convenience store, smoking. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that looked sculpted by the gods. His profile was sharp, his demeanor effortlessly cool. He looked like a model straight out of a cologne ad. I stared so hard I almost tripped over my own feet. "Lily, what's wrong?" Grandma steadied me. "Nothing, nothing," I mumbled, too embarrassed to admit I was ogling a stranger. Grandma knows me too well. She didn't buy it. She followed my gaze and landed on the guy. "Oh~ I get it," she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You want his number, don't you?" I shook my head violently, then nodded pathetically. "I do, but I'm too scared." Grandma scoffed. "Coward. Wait here. Grandma's got this." Before I could stop her, she was already shuffling toward him. I froze. Grandma, please don't just ask for his number. That would be mortifying. 2 I watched as Grandma approached him. The guy noticed her immediately. He put out his cigarette and straightened up, his lazy demeanor shifting to something respectful. He seemed to be asking if she needed help. Grandma said something to him. He looked surprised for a second, then nodded. He pulled out his phone and started typing. I stood there, sweating from secondhand embarrassment. Thirty seconds later, my phone rang. An unknown number. I answered hesitantly. "Hello? Is this Lily? Your grandma seems to have lost her way," a voice said. It was deep, smooth, and incredibly attractive. "Could you come pick her up?" "..." I gripped my phone, stammering, "Yes... yes, of course." He chuckled softly. "Great. Meet us at the intersection of Main and 4th." "Okay, I'm nearby. I'll be right there." I hung up, my heart pounding. Grandma, you are a genius. Claiming to be lost? It was brilliant. Efficient and deniable. I saved the number immediately, fixed my hair, smoothed my dress, and walked toward the intersection. Under the shade of a large oak tree, my crush was standing with one hand in his pocket, holding my grandma's hand with the other. Grandma looked like a kid who just stole a cookie jar. "Grandma!" I called out. Grandma winked at me, then turned to the guy with an innocent face. "Ethan, my granddaughter is here." I stopped in front of them. Up close, he was even more devastatingly handsome. My face burned. He extended a hand, smiling lazily. "Hi, I'm Ethan." Even his name was hot. "I'm Lily," I said, shaking his hand. His palm was warm and dry, his grip firm. "Thank you for helping my grandma." "No problem." Grandma clapped her hands. "Oh, Ethan, I don't know what I would have done without you. I wanted to treat you to dinner as a thank you, but you said you were busy. Such a shame." Ethan looked at me, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, Grandma," he drawled, "I think my schedule just cleared up." 3 Fifteen minutes later, the three of us were sitting in a private booth at a nice restaurant. Ethan excused himself to wash his hands. Watching his back as he walked away, I sighed internally. So handsome. Just then, a greasy, familiar voice drifted from the next table. "Lily!" I turned. It was my former boss, Frank. He was smiling, but it looked like a layer of oil floating on water. "What a coincidence," he said, walking over. His eyes gleamed unpleasantly. "I've been calling you since you quit. Why didn't you answer? I asked everyone where you went, but no one knew. I even went to your old apartment, but the neighbors said you moved. Why are you hiding from me?" I ignored him, staring at the menu. Grandma's face hardened. Frank had harassed me relentlessly at my old job. He even threatened Grandma when she tried to intervene. I quit the moment he went on a business trip. I didn't think he'd still be stalking me. "I wasn't trying to touch your leg that night," Frank continued, his voice dripping with fake sincerity. "I was just drunk. You overreacted. Lily, why aren't you talking? Still mad?" He stepped closer, reaching out to put a hand on my shoulder. Just as I was about to stand up and kick him, a bottle of ice-cold soda flew through the air and smashed into his hand. "Argh!" Frank screamed, clutching his hand. His face turned purple. "Who did that?!" Ethan stood in front of me, rolling up his sleeves. His voice was calm and cold. "Your daddy." 4 Frank pointed a trembling finger at him. "You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?" Ethan looked unimpressed. "Don't care. Just know you need a beating." "I work for the Far East Group! The richest family in the city! You better watch your back, kid." Ethan paused, then let out a scoff. "Hey, buddy. Come here. Let me whisper something to you. I promise I won't hit you." Frank leaned in suspiciously. Ethan whispered something in his ear. Frank's face drained of all color. He stumbled back, staring at Ethan with wide, terrified eyes. His arrogance vanished instantly. I could see his legs shaking. "You... you..." Ethan raised an eyebrow, looking bored. "Shut up. And get lost." Frank scrambled away like his life depended on it. Ethan sat down calmly. "Thanks," I said, still stunned. "Don't mention it." Grandma handed him the menu, her eyes misty. "Ethan, order whatever you want. Thank goodness we met you today." Ethan smiled at me. "It's fine. He won't bother you again. Lily, what do you like to eat?" The sudden shift in topic threw me. "Uh, sweet and sour ribs, spicy pork... why?" "Just asking," he said softly. He checked off both dishes on the menu. I scratched my cheek, feeling shy but curious. "Ethan, what did you say to him? He looked like he saw a ghost." Ethan grinned mischievously. "I told him I saw him in one of Red's VIP videos. Holding a gallon of cooking oil. Told him if he didn't want to be famous on the internet, he should behave." "..." I was shocked. What a disgusting man Frank was. Thank god I quit.
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