The Campus Belle's Ideal Type Is My Boyfriend

On Saturday afternoon, I sat in a corner of a cafe.

Half an hour later, Jemima pushed the door open and stepped in. She was wearing heavy makeup. Dressed in a gray suit and kitten heels, she clicked her way over to a table and sat down.

As the scent of her perfume drifted into my nose, I spotted Hannah sneaking in through the door.

She was applying hair gel onto Elijah and whispering, "Eli, let's stay here and listen carefully to Jemima's background when she talks to her dates. We have to find out how rich she really is. Maybe after she meets a few men, she'll realize you're still the best."

Elijah looked visibly embarrassed at Hannah's blatant and bossy attempt to push him toward Jemima. He said, "Mom, can you stop interfering with matters like these…"

Although he complained, his hands never once stopped working on his hair.

I watched the scene unfold from the side, but everything I saw didn't stir even the slightest ripple in my heart.

Everything would end today.

Maybe I would ultimately play matchmaker and help them end up together.

A loud commotion suddenly came from the front. For some reason, scalding coffee had splashed onto Jemima. Startled, she instinctively lifted and fanned her shirt in an attempt to dry it.

The man sitting across from her smirked and started getting handsy. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I spilled it on your chest. Let me wipe it for you…"

"Get lost!" Jemima yanked her clothes back down in a flash.

Then, she grabbed the cup of hot coffee in front of her and splashed it back at her date. "You bastard! How dare you splash coffee on me? I'll return the favor! Take a good look at yourself! Do you really think you're worthy of someone as charming as me?"

Coffee ran down the side of his temple. Enraged, he immediately raised his fists and retorted, "Hey, what's wrong with you? It was just an accident! Was it necessary for you to react like this?"

Just then, Hannah, who had been hiding nearby, shoved Elijah hard.

Her muttering was loud enough for even me to hear. "Hurry up and be the hero. If you play it well, the car and house will all be yours!"

Elijah staggered forward from her strong push.

Left with no choice, he stepped in front of Jemima and defended her. "What are you doing, man? I saw you getting handsy just now!"

"Just you wait. I'll get someone to deal with you!" yelled Jemima's blind date.

Looking at Elijah's tall and imposing figure, the man cursed under his breath and decided it was wiser for him to leave.

A romantic atmosphere began to form after the hero saved the damsel in distress.

Just as Elijah and Jemima were about to start a conversation, I dialed his number.

I said, "Hey, didn't you want to get back together? Come see me, and I'll think about it."