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"That living specie! Why is she stalking me?" I say disgusted to myself as I opened my door and starts the car. "Who's the stalker?" I almost jumped up from my seat when Ambrose suddenly appeared and spoke, sitting on the passenger seat. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" I yelled at him, rubbing my chest.

"I thought the promise is a promise?! I didn't meet the girl of my dreams on the cosmetic store!" I hissed, rubbing on his face. "You didn't?" He asked stupidly. "YES!" I shouted out. "I looked every single corner of the store and I found ugly ladies and gays!" "Are you sure they are all ugly?" Ambrose questioned me and I scratched my chin as I started to think. "Hmmm not really. The saleslady looks not bad but SHE'S STILL UGLY!"

"You said you forgot the face and voice of your dream girl so how can you able to say any of those girls are not your dream girl?" Ambrose winced, touching my arms using his index finger. "I never dreamed ugly ducklings so they probably not them!" I leered at him and drove so fast.

"Anyway, did you see Miss P?" Ambrose asked as he gave me an annoying smirk. "Miss P who? Miss Paige?" I gritted my teeth as I remembered what happened earlier ago. "Speaking of her, she teased me and that was childish! I'm starting to hate her!" I told the self-proclaimed cupid. "Oooooh! Sooooo meaning you talked to each other in the cosmetic store????!" Ambrose grinned smugly, moving his eyebrows up and down. I rolled my eyes witnessing his childish reaction.

"Yes, I saw her buying my order! HAH! Thank God, I already ordered it before I went there and I guess she's crying like a baby right now because she didn't get what she wanted! And thanks to me! HAHAHA!" I laughed so wickedly like a freakin' witch and I suddenly my saliva went down on my windpipe and I choked. I heard the little laugh of Ambrose when I choked.

"AMBROSE! WHEN IS THAT FVCKIN' DAY I'M GONNA MET THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS!" I yelled as we stopped on the road. Damn you, traffic! "Let me check on the calendar." He said and a small notebook appeared in front of us. "It says Saturday at exactly 7:58 in the evening before the movie starts," Ambrose told and the small notebook vanished.

"You mean in the Cinema?!!!!" I grinned as I turned my head on him. "Exactly! That's not talkshit too." "Yes, she will ask you at exactly 7:58 PM and taaaadaaa! You already know your destiny!" He smirked. The grin on my face was gone once I heard destiny.

"Let me rephrase it! Its 'Taaadaaaa! You already know the girl of your dreams." Ambrose chortled. "Another hint, she has an orange handkerchief that day." "Do you have any more hints?" I asked desperately as I drove fastly once the traffic was over. "The last hint is.......*drum roll* she's a girl!" Ambrose says. "I CAN'T FREAKIN' WAIT ONCE AGAIN!!!!"