Lexie was trying to stretch one day because of overeating, she left her friends inside the restaurant who wants to become gluttons incarnate. She happily sniffs the air when someone bumps into her.

"Sorry, I'm on a daze."  She apologized thinking, it's her fault for being in a daze.

"No, it's my fault. I'm not looking, are you okay?" She nodded her head and when she looked up, it was 'that guy!'. 

Ba-dump, ba-dump, skip, ba-dump. The drumming of her heart is overwhelming that it competes with his voice.

"Oh, I'm just stretching." Why did she even say that? 

"That's good! see you around then." 

He gave her a salute and winks. He is so charming that Lexie's knees went weak. She wanted to talk to him longer but he's gone, she wanted to run after him but he's nowhere to be found. He is like that icecream peddler who went by so fast that she missed her chance to call and buy her favorite flavor. Disappointed Lexie wanted to cry. She has no idea that he did it deliberately.


He knows her name, even her mother's family tree. He counted how many underwear she got and what color are they. He also knows what time she poops and for how many times in a day. He is familiar with her daily routine that he knows she picks her nose when she goes out of bed. Her favorite dish is tuna soup, she loves to draw and paint. He also has her lost socks, exam results, hair ties, and some items that she owned. He got all kinds of her picture, smiling Lexie, pouting, crossed eyed, fat, cute, ugly, bad hair day and the picture of her wearing a red dress and red lipstick. There's a whole room of her memorabilia. In his mind, she is already his.

He is Sweet but a Psycho

That was what she said while in a sleeping trance, she was so tired that Albert carried her to their hotel suite from the car. 


"We're already married." He answered back and kissed her temple. 


"No! I want a wedding, church bells, bridesmaids, and flowers." She said hitting him on the chest while her eyes closed. 


"Okay! Okay, not at this time tomorrow okay?" He said while chuckling. 


"Why do you suddenly want a wedding?" He asked and place her on the couch, undressing her. 


"Because they don't believe that I am your wife." She sobbed, very hurt. 


He brought her to the bathroom's bathtub and scrub her clean. 


"Why do you care about how they believe?" He said while massaging her hair. 


"I don't care about what they believe, I'm scared they'll take you away from me." She said, but she is most likely talking to Albert in her dreams, not the Albert in real life. 


"Why do you think I will let them take me away from you?" He is now rinsing her hair. 


Will You Marry Me?