Page 93 of Drama Queens Don't Fall For Charming Boys

“Hello? Look at my face!”

“Your face is perfect. As is the rest of you.”

I freeze in place, turning into a Mia Popsicle. Did he just call me perfect? His face and tone were so soft…

“Are you going to post it on Spill It!?” he asks.

I blink. “What? Oh, um…do you want me to?”

“Why not? It’s hilarious.”

“Okay. We didn’t say which restaurant we’re at, so HartHeads shouldn’t be able to track you down.”

Declan smiles and picks up his discarded dish from the sink.

After posting the video, I push my phone away and focus on getting the work done. Having Declan as a co-dish pig is very helpful because he’s so efficient and we’re getting the work done faster than I expected. He seems completely content doing a mundane task like this. I don’t know why, but it makes him even more handsome than he already is—and I’m not just talking about the outside.

“Mia, Declan, take a break!” Halmeoni says after an hour.

I walk to the side and check the views on the video. Wow, it has thousands already! And there are quite a few comments, too. I quickly read some.

Yolibaby: I didn’t know Declan and Mia are really good friends! It’s so fun to see.

Kangaroogirl5: This makes my heart so happy.

Isuckatlife: You think they’ll put Declan back in the movie?

DeclanHartsFutureWife: Marry me, Declan! Marry me!!!!

Onlyfictionalmen: Declan is so sexy. So so sexy. I can’t.

Imapotato: Declan, what’s your favorite food?

Moneyman: Dish Pig Declan should be a hashtag! #DishPigDeclan

SwordsandLegendssucks: OMG! Are Declan and Mia flirting?

I stare at the last comment. Declan flirting with me? Heck no.

Wait, was he?

When I glance at him, I find him still washing the dishes. He didn’t take a break like Halmeoni asked. Why does that make a warm feeling enter my heart?

“He’s a good boy,” Halmeoni whispers to me in Korean.

I nearly jump out of my skin. “You scared me, Halmeoni,” I hiss in Korean.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. Your Declan has a good heart. Halmeoni knows these things.”

“He’s not my Declan,” I start to say, but she walks away with a secret smile.

I keep my eyes on him for a few seconds before shaking my head and returning to my sink.

“You’re working so hard and are doing such a good job,” I tell him as I pick up a glass cup. “You deserve a reward.”

He waves a soapy hand. “I told you, I’m happy to help.”

“But I want to give you a reward.”

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