Play Him Like a Fiddle*

Kyle's cold gaze swept over the restaurant, targetting the staff there. He pulled up his hoodie, pushed the sleeves of his sweatshirt up to his elbow and picked up the plate of spaghetti.

As Kyle passed the cashier, he lifted his eyelids up to look at her, his clear blue eyes striking her frozen as he asked gently, "Manager?"

He reeled in the aura a bit when facing her, not wanting to be the cause of any nightmares but he didn't put in the charm either. In the end, he appeared to her like the typical 'bad boy' which all girls are told to avoid yet some can't help but be attracted to.

She was shivering in fear while pointing at one direction, yet couldn't help but have her heart beat a little bit faster at seeing that handsome face looking at her. Once he passed by, she hit herself on the head and told herself, 'Dangerous, dangerous. Keep away. Damn but he's so hot.'