This scene, this demeanor—it's like watching a real-life version of a domineering CEO's rejected proposal.
How fascinating!
Perhaps my gaze was too blatant because the CEO glanced at me.
Cough, cough...
I quickly pretended to clear my throat and looked away, awkwardly pretending to adjust my makeup.
Meanwhile, my blind date was still wolfing down his food.
Comparing the CEO to the man in front of me, I completely lost interest.
"Actually, I already have a boyfriend. You see the guy sitting behind me. That's him, but my mom disapproves. She thinks I'm too good for him, and that he doesn't deserve me. Unfortunately, this tragic love story is being torn apart by fate."
I feigned a look of heartbreak.
My blind date glanced behind him at the CEO, rolled his eyes, and smirked, "You women all like pretty boys. Can good looks fill your stomach?"
A rich aroma of coffee mixed with a hint of cologne wafted past me.
My attention was drawn back to the person next to me.
The CEO, who had been doused with coffee, was leaving.
I felt a pang of disappointment.
No more drama to watch.
I decided to wrap things up quickly and turned to the blind date still eating.
"Good looks can absolutely fill your stomach. But someone like you will never understand that."
"Go home and find your mom," I said as I grabbed my bag and stood up. I picked up my bag and stood up.
"Wait..."
I heard the blind date call out behind me.
"Let's split the bill, 50-50."
Blind dating isn't my main focus—work is.
I'm a new media operator.
Yes! I'm that kind of new media operator who does the job of an entire team by myself.
The kind that, despite having only a few readers, insists on posting daily.
It is the all-around operator who takes photos, edits videos, writes scripts, and creates content.
My supervisor is a middle-aged, greasy, bald man.
Whenever he talks to you, he always tries to get closer.
He mixes up L and N sounds, and when he laughs, it's a grating cackle.
I've had many opportunities to use my swivel chair to crush his foot under the guise of standing up.
I must admit, it felt great at the time.
The result was quite tragic.
I had my performance docked for three months in a row.
But I had to endure it because, after all, I'm just a humble worker.
While thinking about my next piece of content, I couldn't help but recall the CEO.
That physique, that appearance—he's no less attractive than the idols I've been following lately.