Chapter Four

"Enjoy your ice-creams," one of the worker in the ice-cream shop smiled at Poppy after handing her her order. "Please come again!"

"Thank you," Poppy return her a polite smile. Yum, strawberry ice-cream. My favourite. She beamed to herself as she looked at the ice-creams. She licked a little of her strawberry ice-cream while holding out Asher's chocolate one. By mistake, she accidentally knocked into someone.

Uh-oh. Holy shit.

Chocolate stains hit the person who was standing right in front of her. That person was stunned by himself. Poppy eyed up at the guy who she accidentally smashed chocolate ice-cream on. He was frowning to himself as he looked at his blazer.

He was wearing a Bordeaux-colour blazer and a white cotton button front point collar shirt. He seemed pretty fit and muscular like he had been to a gym to work out everyday. His curly hair was blonde-ish in colour he had a face like Colton Haynes. He had eyes in Tiffany blue and oh well, he doesn't wear glasses.

A man with fashion sense, Poppy concluded with a little nod. Wait, what am I thinking? I just smashed chocolate ice-creams on his blazer!

"My god. I'm really really sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Fuck," the blond guy growled. "Can my day not get any worse than this? This is a brand new blazer made in Italy! Do you even know how expensive this blazer is, huh?" A crowd had start to formed in the ice-cream shop. "Do you?"

Poppy rolled her eyes and scanned the blond guy from head to toe. She let out a little smirked like she had won something great.

"Isn't this from Prada? This blazer uses light weight mohair and wool blend woven. Hmm... let's see. 60 percent of mohair, 40 percent of wool and 100 percent viscose of lining... isn't it?" she looked up at the blond guy after doing a little 'research'.

The blond guy looked at Poppy like she was mad. He gave a disbelieved look at her. Is she one of the designers from Prada or something? he thought knowingly but stopped after seeing that she was wearing a high school uniform. No, it can't be. She's just a student!

"How are you so sure this blazer is from Prada?" he replied confidently. "Are you just doing a wild guess or something?" he wanted to know. How can a normal high school girl understand every detail of this blazer.

Poppy gave him a shrugged. "Maybe because my dream is being a famous fashion designer? I do research about fashions, you know."

Blondie (a name Poppy finally gave him since she doesn't know what's his name) gave her a little approving look but later eyed her seriously. "Since you do researches, then you must know how much this blazer cost, no?"

"Wasn't it about one thousand dollars?"

Blondie bent his head down which made his head level same as her. He came closer to her with only few inches away. "You do know a lot about Pradas and fashions. Well, what are you going to do with my chocolate-stained-blazer?"

"I-I'll bring it to the dry-cleaning," she gave a gulp as she's not too familiar with people coming close to her.

The guy stood back up then gave her a snort laugh. He shook his head and snort again. "I don't even think you have the money to pay that much amount."

"What makes you think I don't?" she challenged. Sure, she live in a wealthy family and Debora is one hell of a rich businesswoman. What makes him think that she couldn't pay that amount?

"Don't make me laugh, little girl," Blondie gave a manly smile while tucking both his hands inside of his pockets. "You, just be a good little girl and get out of my sight."

"You-"

"Sir! I think there's some good news back in the company," another guy with glasses and rosy cheeks came rushing in the shop. He was wearing a working suit too. "You need to come back to the company now!"

"It better be good," Blondie said firmly to the guy with glasses. He then untucked his hands from his pocket and unbuttoned his blazer. "And uh, throw this away." he handed his blazer to the guy with glasses. "And bring in my blue cashmere-silk one to my office. The one I bought yesterday from Canali."

Canali? Poppy's eyes rounded. Did he just say a jacket from Canali? Canali! One of the most expensive blazers and jackets in the world! My god. He must've been some filthy rich businessman's son who will only spent all his father's money away.

After seeing Blondie walked out from the shop, she quickly stopped the guy with glasses. 

"Excuse me, but can I have that blazer if you're gonna throw that away?" Poppy asked. She saw the guy with glasses was looking weirdly at her like she was some kind of beggar begging for money. "I mean, I was the one who dirty that blazer and it's a waste to throw it away, don't you think?"

The guy with glasses still looked at her like he doesn't believe what she was saying.

"I'm really sorry for smashing chocolates on his precious blazer so I'm just asking so that I can help to bring it to dry cleaning." she explained once more. The guy with glasses finally smiled and nodded his head.

"Oh, can you really do that? I was actually thinking that it's such a waste to throw such an expensive thing away."

"Is... Is that your friend?"

"Friend? Oh no no, he's my boss. I'm just his PA. You know, something like a secretary." he beamed proudly after handing her the blazer. "Oh by the way, thank you so much for helping. Send it to this address after the dry-cleaning's done, okay?" he gave her his name card. 

"Yea, sure."

*****

"Hey," Asher came rushing in beside Poppy. "What happened? Who's that guy? What's with this jacket?"

"It's not a jacket," Poppy corrected him. "It's a Bordeaux colour blazer made in bloody Prada."

Asher sent her a frowned at her answer. "They're the same. You haven't answer my question, young lady."

Poppy giggled at him for calling her 'young lady'. He sounded like some crappy old grandfather demanding the grand-daughter to speak the truth. "Nothing, everything's solved. Don't question me anymore about this Ash, alright?" she pouted after seeing Asher is still frowning like a grandpa. "Alright?"

"Fine," he finally let out a sigh. "Is this a name card? From those people just now?"

Poppy shifted her hand up that was holding the name card from the guy with glasses just now and read carefully. "Yeah."

"So, what does it say?"

"Logan Dwayne Farell, CED's personal assistant," Poppy read aloud. "The Cavendish Group."