Chapter 4

The moment my flight landed, my phone started buzzing like crazy.

"Babe, where are you? I'm waiting at the arrivals gate. I'm holding a huge bouquet of flowers!"

Photo attached.

"Babe, I'm so nervous. What if you don't like me when you see me?"

...

The photo only showed a massive bouquet of red roses, hiding the person behind it.

For a catfish, he was surprisingly romantic.

My heart softened a little, and I thought, Whatever. Even if he doesn't look like his photos, we can just clear the air and start as friends.

After all, he had been incredibly sweet to me over the past three months.

He was there for me day and night. When I couldn't sleep, he'd stay on the phone with me even when he was half-asleep and mumbling nonsense.

He found excuses to buy me gifts and send me cash on every holiday, or even just random weekdays.

He remembered every single thing I liked and even tracked my period cycle.

He was a genuinely good guy.

So what if he was a little plain-looking? I could handle that.

Suddenly, a guy walking next to me nudged me gently.

I turned around, and he blushed furiously.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. But I've noticed you since we boarded. Can I get your Snapchat?"

I waved my hand politely. "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

His face flushed red. "Oh, sorry! My bad."

I dragged my suitcase toward the exit. From a distance, I spotted the giant bouquet of roses blocking the face of the person holding them.

But I could see his silhouette. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a lean waist.

Was he one of those guys with a great body but a face you wouldn't look twice at?

I didn't believe for a second that "Not-A-Nugget" actually looked like those model photos.

If he did, why would he date me?

The person holding the flowers seemed to grow anxious, peeking out from behind the roses, his eyes searching the crowd frantically.

My jaw literally dropped.

Holy crap.

He looked exactly like his photos. In fact, he was even more handsome in person!

"Not-A-Nugget" wasn't a catfish?

A few girls nearby were already whispering and pointing at him, blushing.

I walked up to him, my emotions in chaos. "Are you..."

I expected him to look surprised when he saw my face, but instead, he frowned.

"Can I help you?" he asked coldly.

I tilted my head, pulling out my phone. "Who are you waiting for? Want to exchange Snapchats?"

He looked even more annoyed now.

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend. No."

I was stunned.

Ever since I lost weight, no guy had ever treated me with such icy indifference.

Wait... does he actually have a fat fetish and hate pretty girls?

Seeing that I wasn't leaving, he sighed impatiently.

"Could you please move? My girlfriend is going to be here any minute."

I let out a helpless laugh.

"Nugget, it's me. Pumpkin."

"What Nugget, Pump..." He choked on his words, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"You? Pumpkin?"

"No way! Absolutely no way! Don't you look like... aren't you..."

"Weren't I super fat and ugly?" I finished his sentence for him, explaining, "I lost weight."

"Or do you actually have a fat fetish and only like ugly girls?"

The guy who had been cold and annoyed a second ago turned bright red in an instant!

"No! I don't! I mean...you were really cute before too, you weren't ugly! I just..."

"So am I cute now?" I suddenly found his flustered reaction adorable.

"Yes! I mean, you're cute now too! You're gorgeous! I just didn't expect this!"

He frantically shoved the massive bouquet into my arms.

It was so heavy that I stumbled back a step. He panicked and immediately reached out to steady me.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"

I burst out laughing.

"Didn't you say you were going to take me out for good food when we met?"

"Let's go."