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CHAPTER 2

Dionysus Dausel.

Silently walking at the noisy cobbled street of Old Town, my head is clouded with the name 'Dionysus Dausel'.

I just signed the contract for being his personal tour guide for a month, and tomorrow, I am going to meet him and start my job as well. And guess what? Our meeting place is on Miró Coffee, nice.

I was about to take another step when suddenly, I bump into someone which made me out of my balance and fall.

"Ouch!" I cried when I felt my butt cheek hurts.

I look up at the person standing in front of me. My eyes narrowed when I saw a tall man. He must be the someone I bumped in to.

I heave a deep sigh before accepting his hand that he offered for helping me to stand up. I mentally cursed when I felt the pain on my lower back.

"Miss, are you okay?"

I faced him and shook my head. There's no point in saying 'I'm fine' when the pain is visible in my face.

"No, I'm not." I painfully uttered.

I can still feel the hard impact of the cobbled floor to my butt and the lower part of my back. It hurts.

He lowered his head and slightly bent. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming. I was busy roaming my gaze to the surroundings that's why."

I look at him with my eyes still narrowed. I secretly examined him and realize that he is from abroad base on his facial features.

"No worries, I can still manage," I uttered.

"Are you sure? I can bring you to the nearest clinic or hospital if you want."

I shook my head. "No need, mister. I can manage, you don't have to worry."

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Yea." I nodded.

And without any words, I turned my back at him and start walking away. Darn, it really hurts.

Presently, I am staring at the blank ceiling of my room with my both arms at the back of my head as a pillow. The lower part of my back down to my butt still hurts a bit. My impact on the floor is really hard.

Until now, I'm still thinking about our special client named Dionysus Dausel. Earlier, I tried searching his name on social media and was shock when I saw several Facebook pages of him.

I found out that he is a son of a hospital owner in the US, Mr. Fidel Augustine Dausel and he is just two years older than me. I got nervous since I know he is an elite and he was assigned to me. I should give my best tomorrow and to the next following days as a tourist guide to give him a better experience in Zurich.

But I wonder what kind of person he is aside from being rich. Is he the silent type like what I am expecting? Like he would just silently appreciate the beauty of every place we are about to go. Or is he the jolly and talkative one?

Also, is he a bossy one or formal? I wanna know so I can adjust. I signed the contract already and there's no backing out. I'm not used to formal and bossy clients since almost every tourist that I met in my tour guide life became my friends. And I hope we can get along too.

"One Cappuccino Jelly and a Chicken Sandwich for Sweet Zhanaia, and one Classic Milktea and brownies for Caroline Joy!"

I pushed myself up as the barista announced our order with his loud jolly voice. As always, I am with Caroline taking our breakfast at Miró Coffee. Later, we will part ways since she has to go to work with the group while I have to wait for Mr. Dionysus Dausel since the meeting time mentioned by Lady Maya yesterday is 9 am and it is just 8:16 am.

As the barista handed me the tray of our order, he offered me a smile and cheerfully say 'Enjoy!' like what she always does. We are one of their regular costumers since their coffee truck era, and this barista of them is already close with us for he works in Miró Coffee for a long time now.

I placed the tray on the left side of our table and immediately grabs my Chicken Sandwich and take a bite. Caroline shook her head as she watches me deliciously munching my food.

"Haven't you eat for a year, Zhanaia?"

"Hmm?"

"You eat like a very hungry animal. If you can only see yourself as of the moment."

I swallowed the piece of sandwich I am currently munching before muttering, "Nah. I just miss their Chicken Sandwich so much since I always order a slice of cake this past few weeks."

She shook her head and start eating her brownies, gently and elegantly which made me roll my eyes. No wonder she was entitled as the Campus Sweetheart. She knows how to act like a Princess, like a Sweetheart. Gentle, elegant, and admirable.

I on the other hand is the typical nerd with thick glasses, gentle to act as well but not as gentle as Caroline, and I am neither elegant and admirable like her. I'm just me, Sweet Zhanaia. Plain and simple.

After we finish our breakfast, Caroline bit her goodbye to me since she needed to go to work. The tour of the group today will start at 10 am but the tour guides are required to be at the meeting place 30 minutes before 10 am for the preparations and protocols.

"I'll go now, good luck!"

I smiled and nodded. "Yea, you too. Take care!"

She just waves her hand without looking back which made me chuckle. And as Caroline went out of my sight, I keep myself busy by playing my phone. It is already 8:46 am, 14 minutes more before 9 am.

And after several minutes, I felt like someone's staring at me, and at the same time, someone spoke with a deep manly voice.

"Excuse me, miss? I am looking for Sweet Zhanaia Camince. Is that you?"

Like a fairytale, everything went into slow motion. I slowly look up at the man who just mentioned my name and my jaw slowly drops as I see the tall man in faded jeans and a white shirt. Eyes as blue as the ocean, with the right thickness of eyebrows and black long lashes, a pointed and proud nose, perfectly shaped jawline, and reddish plump lips.

And what makes my jaw slack even more is when I noticed that... he was the same man I bumped into yesterday!

"Y-you..." I stuttered.

His eyes widened as he realizes the same thing. "You are the girl I bumped into yesterday. Yea, right! It's you!"

He then walks closer to me as his eyes dropped on my belly. "Are you okay now? I mean, does it still hurt? I offer to bring you to the clinic yesterday but you refused."

"N-no, I'm okay now. I'm okay." I uttered then smiled. "So, ahm... you are Dionysus Dausel?"

"How did you know my name?"

With that, I confirmed my thought. He is Dionysus Dausel.

I stood up and motioned him to sit on the chair in front of me and introduced myself. "I am Sweet Zhanaia Camince, your personal tour guide for a month. Have a seat, Mr. Dausel."

His lips tugged up after hearing my words. "Why so formal?"

He pulled the chair beside him and sits comfortably. "You don't have to be formal to me, miss Camince. You can call me Dionysus for short."

I smiled upon hearing him. Thank God, he's not bossy and formal.

I sat on my chair and look at him who's currently roaming his gaze. Perhaps admiring the coffee shop's interior.

And after a couple of seconds, his attention turned to me. He clasps his hands together and cleared his throat.

"So, shall we start?"

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