Chapter 528 Panic! Panic! Panic!
Villain Ch 528. Panic! Panic! Panic!
"I will take that as a yes," he asserted with a grin, seemingly unperturbed by any potential reservations Vivian might have had. Allen's confidence, combined with the persistent spark in his eyes, left Vivian in a peculiar state.
"W-Wait!" Vivian stammered, her avatar mirroring the disarray of her thoughts.
Allen, however, appeared impervious to any hesitation. "Just do me a favor," he continued, his tone now gently persuasive. "Get nice snacks for both of us. Healthy or junk food, homemade or delivery, you decide. I won't be picky and let you choose. As long as it makes you happy," he added, injecting a cheerful note into the request.
"B-But—" Vivian stammered, the turbulence of emotions echoing in her voice. Before she could articulate her reservations, Allen swiftly interjected.
"See ya soon," he declared. In a matter of moments, Allen's avatar vanished, leaving Vivian standing alone in the hall, her expression frozen in a mix of shock and disbelief.
"F-For real?" she muttered, her words a stammering echo in the empty space. The suddenness of Allen's departure left Vivian grappling with the reality of the situation. Her eyes remained fixed on the spot where his avatar had disappeared, as if half-expecting him to reappear with an explanation or a reassurance.
The unexpected turn of events and the realization that Allen had taken charge of the situation flooded Vivian's thoughts. She felt a blend of nervous anticipation and the challenge of navigating what would happen next.
In a moment of flustered panic, Vivian hurriedly disengaged herself from the virtual realm. With a swift motion, she removed her VR headset, placing it gently on her desk. The transition from the digital landscape to her real-world surroundings was swift, and her room materialized before her.
Her room, adorned with cute and fashionable touches, retained a cozy charm despite the presence of gaming paraphernalia. The vibrant aesthetic clashed with the sudden reality check Vivian was experiencing. The prospect of Allen staying over had sent her into a whirlwind of thoughts and actions.
"Okay, breathe," she muttered to herself, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the cozy chaos. Gaming consoles, a stack of controllers, and a collection of neatly organized makeup products adorned her space. The realization hit her like a virtual punch – she was not prepared for this.
Swiftly, she made a mental checklist. 'Order something from a nearby restaurant, get ready, tidy up, change clothes.' The urgency of the situation dawned on her, and she knew she had limited time to transform her casual haven into a presentable space.
With a sense of urgency, Vivian snatched her phone from the desk, quickly navigating to her preferred food delivery app. Her fingers moved swiftly across the screen as she selected a variety of simple finger foods – sweet potato and vegetable bites, a perfect blend of flavors that could appease any palate.
Order placed, she moved into action mode. Vivian darted around her apartment, a flurry of activity. The vacuum cleaner whirred to life, making its way across the carpet and the sofa, erasing any remnants of the cozy chaos that had defined her sanctuary just moments ago.
The bed received a newfound attention. Vivian meticulously arranged the pillows and smoothed out the bedspread, adding a touch of order to the room. The sudden realization of the evening's potential lingered in her mind, prompting her to ensure that every corner of her apartment reflected a welcoming ambiance.
As the whirring of the vacuum gradually subsided, Vivian surveyed her efforts. Her room, once scattered with gaming devices and makeup products, had undergone a rapid metamorphosis. It now exuded an inviting charm, a blend of comfort and style – a setting that could seamlessly accommodate both a night of Netplik and chill or unexpected romantic turns.
The ticking of the clock echoed through the room, Vivian's sense of urgency remained steadfast. The rapid transformation of her apartment was followed by a quick change of her own attire. She shed the comfortable gaming ensemble in favor of something more refined.
Rifling through her wardrobe, she opted for an outfit that struck a balance between casual and alluring – a comfortable yet chic choice that she felt would be fitting for the unexpected evening ahead. The fabric cascaded elegantly, draping her silhouette with a touch of sophistication.
With her outfit secured, Vivian pivoted to her makeup station. However, tonight, the goal was simplicity. A touch of pink lip balm added a subtle pop of color, and a delicate application of blush brought a natural radiance to her features. She aimed for a fresh, effortless look.
Glancing at herself in the mirror, she couldn't shake the sense that this was a race against time, even though the finish line was the door to her own apartment. Vivian knew, logically, that Allen wouldn't mind the state of her home or the nuances of her appearance. Yet, the exhilaration of the moment propelled her forward, each action propelled by the anticipation of what the night could hold.
A chime from Vivian's phone disrupted her preparations. Quickly retrieving it, she was met with Allen's message announcing his arrival at the lobby. Panic set in – 'That fast?!' she grumbled internally, a swift realization washing over her that time was no longer on her side.
In a spontaneous decision, she abandoned the idea of perfecting her hair with a straightener. 'Okay, screw the hair straightener! He'll mess up my hair when we do it anyway,' she determined. Her hands moved with purpose, quickly combing through her hair and adding a spritz of perfume to her skin in a hurried yet effective attempt to enhance her presence.
Grabbing her keys, she made a beeline for the elevator, propelled by the urgency to meet Allen downstairs. As the elevator descended, she mentally reassured herself, ready to embrace the spontaneous turn of events.
Arriving in the lobby, there stood Allen, a grin on his face as he waited. "Hey," Vivian greeted, a mix of excitement and relief coloring her voice. The lobby receptionist, standing nearby, chimed in with an observation. "I just wanted to call your room. You just got a food delivery, miss."
The most uptodat𝓮 n𝒐vels are published on (f)reew𝒆(b)novel.𝗰𝗼𝐦