The unusual date

Dohe's alarm clock rang, waking her up. She turned it off and sat up in bed. She put on her bunny slippers and walked to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth, she thought about the past. She remembered the day her parents died in a car accident. She was only 8 years old at the time. She had been living with her aunt and uncle ever since.

The sound of an ambulance was the first thing she heard when she tried to remember what happened that night. She had been asleep in her room when she heard a loud crash. She ran downstairs and saw her parents' car smashed against a tree. Her parents were dead.

Dohe's aunt and uncle took her in. They were very kind to her, but she missed her parents terribly. She often cried herself to sleep at night.

Dohe is now 22 years old. She is a beautiful young woman, but she is still haunted by the memories of her parents' death. She has never been able to forget the sound of the ambulance.

Dohe turned and saw herself as a little girl, her hair in two ponytails, her eyes red from crying. "Mom..." she whispered, kneeling beside her mother's body.

Clack

A glass fell to the floor, and Dohe was back in the present.

"You know, someone once told me that the past you try to run away from is what always comes back to you."

Dohe's life was just like that. She lost her parents when she was just eleven and was adopted by the Lucretia family, who were the most powerful business people in the city. Even though she lost her parents at a young age, Dohe grew up to be independent.

It had been fourteen years, but Dohe still remembered her parents' faces.

Dohe yawned and covered her mouth with her hand. She walked over to the mirror and smiled at her reflection. Then, she took her towel from her closet and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After she was done, she got dressed and picked up her bag. She let her hair down, and it flowed around her. Dohe's hair was so unique and soft that it made her stand out.

Since her parents died, Dohe hated the thought of going out or doing anything fun.

She tried to remember everything that happened that day, from when she smiled to when she cried.

Her parents died on her 11th birthday. That night, they left the house.

"Dohe, my dear, we are coming back," her parents said. "We just got a call from the office, and they want to tell us something very important."

"Important? On my birthday, Mum? Can you please not go?" Dohe said sadly.

"I wish we could stay, but it seems very important," her mother said.

"I promise we will be home before you know it," her father said.

"Please be back early," Dohe replied sadly.

"Bye," her parents said with a smile.

Dohe smiled back, not knowing that it might have been the last time she would see her parents.

As Dohe's parents were leaving, a car followed them. The car tried to hit them but stopped. The driver noticed something and slowed down.

Dohe's parents' car burst into flames. They were trapped inside.

Dohe waited for her parents to come home. She called them over and over, but they didn't answer. Finally, someone answered the phone, but it wasn't her parents.

"Hello, who is this?" Dohe asked.

"My dear, calm down," the man said. "Do you have an adult I can speak with?"

"No, it's just me here," Dohe said.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"My name is Dohe," she said. "Do you know where my parents are? They promised me they would be back early, but it's twelve AM, and they are not here."

"Dohe, my dear, your parents just had an accident," the man said. "They...died."

"What?" Dohe cried. "My parents had an accident? But I just saw them an hour ago! They promised me they would celebrate my birthday with me!"

"I'm sorry," the man said. "The doctors did all they could."

Dohe hung up the phone and cried until she couldn't see anymore.

"Where is she?" a voice said. "I heard something breaking. Don't tell me she's not coming out of the house today."

"Good morning, ma'am," a girl in her early twenties said to an old woman.

"My dear, how are you?" the woman replied. "Where is all this noise coming from? I hope Dohe hasn't hurt herself."

"Ma'am, I'm okay," a voice said. "I just cut myself a little."

A door opened, and it was Dohe in a pink dress, her hair down her back, carrying her designer black bag.

"Grandma, I'm going to the office," Dohe said. "Don't forget to go to the hospital, okay?"

"Yes, okay," the woman answered. "And don't forget your date."

"Yes, Grandma," Dohe replied.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning," Dohe said, leaving.

Outside her gate, she was about to call her manager, Lisa, when a car drove up. It was Lisa! Dohe got in.

"Ms. Dohe, where are you going?" Lisa asked.

"Why do you ask?" Dohe replied.

"Because your mom booked a dinner with a businessman," Lisa said.

"Oh my goodness! Why would she do that without asking me?" Dohe exclaimed.

She called her grandmother, Majojo. "Hello, Majojo?"

"Hello, my dear," Majojo answered.

"What's this I hear about dinner?" Dohe asked, trying to stay calm.

"Yes, my dear," Majojo said. "You asked me to go for a checkup, so you should go on a date too." beep Majojo hung up.

"She hung up on me!" Dohe said.

"Ms. Dohe, should I...?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, just go," Dohe said. "It's not like I have a choice."

Lisa dropped her off at the restaurant. At the entrance, a blonde man smiled at Dohe and walked toward her.

"This way, please," he said, like he was expecting her.

Dohe followed him inside. He didn't go in; he just opened the door for her. Dohe smiled at him before entering.

Inside, Dohe was amazed by the restaurant's design. Then she noticed something: it was empty except for her and the man at a table.

Her grandmother had booked the whole restaurant for her date!

As Dohe walked in, she saw a man on a couch, reading a newspaper. "Who reads a newspaper in the 21st century?" she muttered.

The man, Yehosua, had booked the place for a private meeting. His black hair and brown eyes were striking.

Dohe entered. Yehosua, engrossed in his paper, ignored her. After about 30 seconds, he asked harshly, "Who are you?" without looking up.

Dohe introduced herself. "I'm Dohe."

"Yehosua," he replied.

"Meaning salvation," Dohe said. "What a unique name."

Yehosua continued reading.

"Can I sit?" Dohe asked.

"No," Yehosua said sarcastically. "You can keep standing if you like."

Dohe stared at him. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Sir, your cake is here," a voice interrupted.

Yehosua immediately put down the newspaper. Dohe was surprised. "How?" she murmured. "He didn't even look up when I was talking to him."

She looked up and saw that he was even more handsome than she'd thought. "Please keep it here," he said, looking at the cake with interest.

"Wait, did he remember it's my birthday?" Dohe thought. "That means Majojo must have told him..."

Before she could finish, Yehosua picked up a spoon. "Wait!" Dohe said, getting closer. "It's my cake, so don't touch it!"

Yehosua frowned. "First you came—"

Boom

The door was broken down, and a gang rushed in. Dohe, still fuming about the cake, ignored them.

Dohe stood up, but then she slipped! Luckily, before she fell, someone caught her.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Yehosua! Her heart started beating super fast.

She also noticed he was holding something in his other hand - the cake!

"Sorry," Dohe said quickly and rushed to the washroom.

She looked in the mirror. "Oh my goodness, why are my cheeks so red?" she wondered. "Majojo didn't tell me he would be this handsome! He looks like an angel!"

Meanwhile, the gang members who broke in were planning to attack Yehosua because he had defeated their boss.

The gang leader walked up to Yehosua, who was sitting on the couch. "So, you're the one who took down our boss," he said angrily.

"Can't someone eat a cake in peace?" Yehosua replied, slightly annoyed.

"No!!" The gang leader yelled at Yehosua.

"Yes, I did," Yehosua replied. "Now, let me just have a bite of this cake, and I'll get to you, okay?"

Yehosua picked up a spoon to taste the expensive cake he bought to celebrate his 100th contract.

The gang leader walked up to Yehosua, snatched the spoon from his hand, and threw it away.

Yehosua frowned, then pulled out another spoon from his pocket. He tried to take another bite, but this time, the man didn't just take the spoon. He threw the whole cake on the ground!

"My cake!!" Yehosua yelled, but it was too late. The cake was ruined.