HIIIIIIIII EVERYOOOOONE! Omg I missed updating! I know you guys have been waiting for me to post something and I love you guys for being so patient! :) I’m really sorry it was quite the long wait it’s just that as usual, a lot of things have been happening and really, it’s taking a toll on me. :( And most of the time I find myself breaking down. 

Anyway I hope you guys will cheer me up by letting me know what you think about this fic. I realized that Someone Like You was very heavy to take in so I wanted to go for a sweet, light vibe with this one.

OOH I hope you guys didn’t forget to greet Baby Leo yesterday?♥ 

This was actually a requested story that has been long overdue. Thank you, Camille for waiting and being patient with me. I hope you find this story cute. :] 
Here guys, check her site out: (I am posting this because I love your Tumblr url ;] )
http://queenvictoria014.tumblr.com/ 

Hope this story makes your night! xx

Much love,
V♥

Owning a really successful business is no walk in the park- I have to constantly move around from one country to another just so I could check up on the different stores I own in different places.

Ever since I was a child, I could remember myself standing on a small ladder, helping my mom out whenever she would bake our favorite pastry in the world: cupcakes.

And ever since then I have always wanted to put up a small business for myself and that business would have only one goal, to serve nothing but the best tasting cupcakes the world has ever savoured.

Equipped with my grandmother’s old recipies and my mom’s teachings, I was gratefully able to fulfill that dream. Not only that, my business got so big that I was able to branch out to other countries like America, Europe and other Asian countries. You can say that I am truly blessed in life.

But like I said, being on the constant move from one place to another can be draining. I especially hated waiting in airports, trying to busy myself while waiting for my flight.

I was in the Ninoy Aquino International Airport anxiously anticipating for my turn to check in my bags when a tall man cut in front of me in the long line.

I’ve been waiting for my turn for about 30 minutes or more now and the last thing I needed was a huge rude guy to just ease himself in and not go through the hardship that we just did. As much as I was scared to speak up, I was getting really agitated by that time.

“Uhm, excuse me?! Can’t you see there’s a really long line here. Wait your turn just like every normal person would.” I half-yelled at him, infuriated.

He turned around, immediately after doing so the people behind me gasped. I didn’t know why they did but I assumed it was because he was too breathtakingly gorgeous and tall. I shrugged it off though; he still pissed me off.

He smiled a very charming one, the kind that would get him to make every person, even men, stop and stare. “I’m sorry, but, I’m with my teammates here.” He pointed to his companions who were now looking at me.

“I don’t care. We’ve been waiting for a long time here. The last thing I need right now is another person cutting in line.”

Murmurs started flooding the area as everyone was as engaged as us in this conversation we were having. I guess this guy had a knack of drawing attention.

“Wow Neil, she’s a bit feisty, this one.” One of his companions laughed. “But really, Miss, he’s with us.”

“Now now Simon, the lady is right. It is unfair for all of you. I’m sorry everyone, and, I’m sorry Miss?” He gracefully said as he waited for me to say my name.

“Not important.” I rolled my eyes, but honestly felt like a little school girl with a crush she’s trying to conceal.

“Alright Miss ‘not important’. I’m sorry again.” He walked away but as he did he kept his eyes locked with mine while giving me a wink.

—

After that little scandal I created, I made my way towards the waiting area’s coffee shop hoping to get my usual Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot of Espresso to calm my nerves down. Lo and behold, that guy who caused me embarrasment and his whole crew was present.

I tried to avoid looking at him but there was just something about him that was so inviting.

I then took a seat a few tables away from them, fixing my eyes on the television as I allowed time to pass waiting for my boarding time.

It was the morning news, I made it a point to catch up with local events until a certain news bit caught my eye.

The reporter started talking, “The Philippine football team, the Azkals, now on their way to attend a training camp in Europe.”

I was fascinated by this as I never really followed the local football scene, but was always passionate about other Leagues and the World Cup.

“We are glad to report that the number one goalkeeper, Neil Etheridge will be attending with them.” The reporter trailed on as a picture appeared on the screen.

Where have I seen that guy before?

And then bam! It hit me, the same guy was staring at me right this very moment.

I have never wanted the ground to swallow me whole and bury me in a colossal underground excavation site than this exact time. I have never been so humiliated in my life.

Just then, I saw him making his way towards my table. I tried to keep it cool but my hands were not cooperating as they were shaking along with my mug.

“I am, truly, truly sorry. Neil is it? I didn’t know. For all I kno-“

“Hey, no worries. I just wanted to come over and say sorry too.” He smiled that stunning smile again. “Glad to know there are some people who don’t give me the royal treatment. Keeps your feet on the ground you know.”

I wasn’t able to respond for a while.

“So, maybe you can make it up to me then by at least telling me your real name?” He asked childishly.

I finally gave in, “It’s Camille.”

“Nice to meet you.” As we shook hands.

“Good morning dear passengers, flight J101 and flight J102 bound for London and Paris respectively has been temporarily delayed due to terrible weather conditions. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”

“What?! That’s just absurd!” I blurted a little too loud.

Neil laughed as I realized I was still grasping on to his hand, to the point of squeezing it out of frustration. “Relax.” He said as he allowed me to let go of it.

 “Well, at least I could get to know this spirited girl I met back at the check-in counter a little more, right? Can’t be that bad.” He uttered permitting heat to rush up to my cheeks.