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

In the office, Lexie is now focusing on her work and fewer mistakes. The only reason she's out of tune is that her separation from Albert distracted her. 


Many people notice her glowing. Georgy is the first one to compliment her. 


"What foundation are you using?" Even if the guy doesn't cross-dress, he wears make-up as thick as asphalt. 


"I'm wearing nothing but a lip gloss." Then smiled and pats his back. 


"Wish everyone can wear nothing but lip gloss." 


He raised his eyebrow and swayed his hips away from her desk. Lexie is not sure if the last part is a compliment or sarcasm. 


On her way into the lobby, Mildred is wearing huge sunglasses and six inches of stilletto humming. 


She took the sunglasses from her eyes and noticed her glowing skin, too. 


"Nice foundation. What brand is that?" She's the second to compliment her non-existent foundation. 


Lady Tremain