There she was. This girl. Just... standing there. The whole enormous, rushing crowd of stupid, busy people was just a blur all around her. Everyone was moving in fast-motion, but she was in perfect, high-definition slow-motion.

It was like a scene from one of those super cheesy, dumb romantic movies. A spotlight just hit her.

Alex's brain, which was full of money and hot stepmoms, instantly slammed on the brakes and did a total reboot.

'Holy... HELL!' he thought, his eyes going wide. 'Who... who is that?! Who is this smoking hot woman?!'

He immediately started digging around in his head, frantically searching through all the "old Alexander's" boring memories. Search! Find! Hot chick!

And... BINGO! He found the file.

Oh. Oh. This woman was someone important to the old, loser Alexander.

Her name was Julia.

She was his childhood friend. The one who turned into his best friend. This was, like, a big deal kind of person.

And holy crap, she was not an ordinary woman. Not at all.

She had short, messy brown hair that made her look kinda wild. Her face had all these sharp angles, like a supermodel. And her body... wow. She had a super slim, tight build, but she still had perfect curves right where they counted.

Her hips had this amazing roundness, and her boobs were just... perfect. Not huge, not like giant balloons, but like the absolute perfect, perky handfuls. They were just the right size for her tight, skinny little figure.

And her outfit was immacultely hot!

She was wearing this tiny little crop top that showed off her entire midriff. Her tummy was so flat and perfect. And below that... she was wearing skin-tight white leggings. The kind of white leggings that are almost see-through. They were hugging every single curve of her legs and her ass. It was making it so hard for any guy (especially him!) to take their eyes off her. You could see... well, you could see a lot.

Her eyes were big and black, and she had that "girl next door" kind of charm. You know, the cute, sweet girl you could totally hang out with.

Or at least, she should have had that charm.

But right now? She was not looking charming. She was looking at him. Staring. Seriously. Like, "I am going to murder you" seriously. Her eyes were like little black daggers.

Alex felt a cold sweat start.

'What the hell?!' he screamed inside his brain. 'What did the old, stupid me do to make her this pissed off right now?!'

He raked his brain. He dug through all the memories, searching and searching. And... nothing. He wasn't able to find the answer! He got zip. Zero. Nada. He had no clue why she looked like she wanted to rip his head off.

And then... she moved.

She didn't just walk. She marched. She stomped toward him, her face all serious and scary, parting the crowd like a superhero.

Alex tried to smile. He tried to give her his new, cool, "rich mafia boss" smile. But it came out all weird and awkward. He probably looked like he was trying to poop.

"H-Hi Julia—"

WHAP!

A sound like a firecracker exploded next to his ear.

"Krgh!" he grunted, a weird noise coming out of his throat.

He didn't even see it coming. He didn't even have time to think about it. The slap just... happened.

His whole cheek was on fire. The pain was... holy crap! The impact was so strong it literally spun him around on his heel. He did a full 180-degree turn from the force of it.

His hand was still in his pocket, clutching his precious cheque, but his face felt like it had been hit by a... a truck.

'Indeed,' he thought, his eyes watering from the sting. 'She wasn't an ordinary woman at all.'

This chick was dangerous.

"W-what the FUCK did I do?!"

Alex wheezed, the word exploding out of him. He was clutching his poor cheek, which was now on fire. It was stinging like a thousand angry bees had just decided to have a party on his face. The sound of that slap was still ringing in his ears.

The people all around them, the normal, boring, working stiffs... they saw it. Oh, they saw it all right.

Their eyes got super wide, like "Holy crap, did you see that?!" But this was the big city, so nobody stopped. They didn't stop to check. They just kept on walking, maybe a little faster.

A few of the guys who had been walking behind him were especially glad they didn't stop. They had been looking. Of course they had been looking. They had been staring so hard at the amazing, round, perfect peach of an ass that she had, all wrapped up in those tight, white leggings. It was like a magnet for eyeballs.

But after seeing what she did to Alex... WHAP!... they were suddenly very happy they didn't stare for too long. They didn't want to get a bright red, super-embarrassing blush slapped right onto one of their cheeks. That perfectly-packaged butt was dangerous.

"What did you do? HUH?! What did you DO?!"

Her voice... god, it was so weird. It was a pretty voice, all musical and nice to listen to... but it was filled with pure, 100% murder. It was like a cute little kitten that was singing a sweet song about how it was going to gut you with a rusty knife.

And then she grabbed him!

She lunged forward and grabbed him right by his collar!

His suit! His perfect, brand-new, "I'm a mafia boss" suit!

Alex's heart just broke. He squeezed his eyes shut for one second, just imagining the wrinkles. The horrible, horrible wrinkles she was putting in his expensive new clothes! This was a disaster! He shook his head, like he was in terrible pain... which he was. Both his face and his suit!

It was almost funny. She was so much shorter than him. She barely came up to his chest.

She had to get up on her tippy-toes just to reach his collar. She was bouncing up and down a little bit with how mad she was. This tiny, little, short woman was trying to shake him. It was... kinda hot, but also terrifying.

"Did. You. Get. My. Invitation?!" she hissed at him.

Her eyes... man, her eyes were blazing hot. They were like two black pieces of coal that were on fire. She was staring daggers right into his soul.

Alex tried to smile. It was that stupid, "Oh crap, please don't hit me again" smile. He grabbed her little wrists... gently! He was gentle! And he tried to pull her hands away from his poor, suffering collar.

"N—YES! Yes! Of course I got it! I got it!"

His brain had screamed "No!" He was about to say, "No, what invitation are you talking about, you crazy, hot midget?!"

But just as the "N" sound came out, he saw her eyes get even narrower. They turned into tiny, angry little slits. And his whole body just went "DANGER! DANGER!"

So his mouth, all by itself, just... automatically said "YES!"

It was a total survival move.

...And it was the wrong one.

Because just as he said "yes," he saw her eyes get wide again. Oh, no. Not for a good reason. And he saw her other hand... her free hand... was pulling back.

She was winding up... It was for another slap!

'Oh, COME ON!' his brain screamed.

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