"How do you like your pancakes, sweetheart?"

"They are very lovely. Thank you for the extra chocolate sauce, Maria."

"Oh, sweetheart, anytime! Call me when you want something else, okay?"

Not an hour here in the pancake house and I can already label this guy as a "super proud" ladies' man. Like I said, we've been here for like twenty minutes and he already returned all the flirtatious smiles he got from all the ladies in here. Plus, if Maria was not thirty years older than us, I'll conclude he's also flirting with her too!

"Don't look too jealous, dummy, your pancakes will taste bad with your bad aura." He had the boldness to say as he cut his own pancakes to tiny pieces. When he finally looks at me, he's already grinning. "Or better yet, admit to me that you only want me for yourself and I'll stop being nice to the ladies."

I exaggeratingly massage my temples and then groan frustratedly. "You are not only a pervert, you're also a narcissist; and you're making my head really hurt. Why the hell would I be jealous?" I almost raised my voice but thankfully I remember we're in public.

He laughs and for a second he looks like an innocent boy. Only for a second because when he was grinning again, he looked like the same asshole. "Yeah, deny it all you want. Jealousy could really taste bad so think happy thoughts and eat your pancakes."

Is he a kid? I can only imagine kids believing such things about food. Maybe he really is just a boy but he will never be innocent with those mischievous eyes he has. Nevertheless, I did get my knife and fork to start digging into my breakfast.

He's right. The pancakes here are heavenly. I can see his fascination. Maybe he's a regular here because he does know what to recommend and what to choose in their menu. It was so good it almost distracted me from the real things I have to ask this guy.

"So, what are your plans for college?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "How did you know I'm graduating this year?"

He shrugs but then licks his lips before smiling. "I saw your thesis on your shelf."

Was it possible to be distracted with someone's lips? "Uh... okay."

"So? Your plans?"

Damn this guy's lips. I have to look down at my food and swallow. Why am I staring at his lips?! "I don't have a concrete plan yet."

"Don't you miss your family though? I can't imagine living alone like you do."

"I miss them but it was for the better. I have my housekeeper who cooks for me sometimes–" I suddenly look up to him again. "Why are you asking questions? Shouldn't I be the one doing that?"

He chuckles. "Killjoy." He shifts on his seat. "Okay. Ask away, dummy."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want–"

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy there, tiger." He even held up his hands. "One at time. Start from the question you most want to know the answer to."

He could have just answered my questions! I weighed my questions and immediately knew what I should ask him. "Why are you here?"

"Seriously? You ask the most boring question ever."

I almost threw my fork at him and he only laughed at my threat.

"Okay, okay, calm your forks." He takes a deep breath and for the first time this morning, he looks serious. "First of all, I don't know how long you plan to think that this is only a dream but it isn't. This is the last time I'm saying this and you heard me right–this is not a dream. Second, you should really know how to remember the wishes you are making. You suck at making efforts treasuring your wish."

Wish? Wish...

Remembering what sorcery I did last night, shit, I remember all of it. "Wish? You mean the eleven-eleven wish thingy?"

"What else? You were passionate about it, weren't you?"

I let out a laugh, still unbelieving him. "You want me to think that this isn't a dream and you really came out of nowhere because I wished for it? Ha! Are you crazy?!"

He rolls his eyes at me and lets out a sigh. "I told you, I'm only going to say it to you one time. Believe what you want to believe but please don't go killing yourself all of the sudden just because you think you won't die like in dreams."

That made me shift on my chair. "I-I wasn't planning on anything dangerous. What do you think of me?"

He grins. "Dummy." He called Maria for our bill. "So, as I was saying–you wished for this. The sacred wish of Twenty-Three-Eleven. I don't want to spend all morning explaining to you how this is possible or other shit like that; we don't have much time. Just remember that you wished for this and you can't go back from it–"

"I wished for someone to be with me. A girl would have been better. Why does it have to be you?"

He did an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes at me again. "When will you let me finish this? I told you we don't have time so let me make this short and clear, got it? Say everything you want to say before I continue so I wouldn't get interrupted again."

I shut my mouth.

"Good." He looks at me, straight to the eyes. "It's not my fault you didn't make your wish crystal clear. I am here now because you wished for someone to spend the day with you..." He suddenly looks hesitating to say the next words but he shrugged it off almost as immediately. "...and you can't back out from this or..."

Damn the suspense! What happens if I say I don't want to continue this wish anymore?!

He smirks like a bad boy, and I even hear some girls fangirl for him behind my back. Somebody even said they should take a picture of and with him!

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and just wait for him to finish. No wonder this guy has all the guts in the word to be as narcissist as he wants. The girls are all over him!

"Or you'll be stuck with me forever. I'm sure you don't want that, right?"

Oh, just by imagining getting stuck with this guy, it gave me Goosebumps! "Damn right I don't!"

He chuckled and gave Maria the payment for our food and thanked her when she returned to our table. "To sum up, you need to spend this whole day with me and you don't have to worry because I have lots of plans on how this day will be fun. You have my word that I won't do anything that will harm you, I could have done that in your room if that was my intention. We just have to get through to this day and I'll be gone in your life like a dream you want this be. Any questions? Make it short, we don't have time for this."

"Why do you keep mentioning the time?"

He smiles. That innocent, wholesome smile. "You only wished for a day; we have to make it last. Let's go! We have less than fifteen hours left."