Charming A Princess: The Snobby Girl

Mike was just out for a walk when he saw her.  She came out of a store with a well-dressed man carrying shopping bags in both hands.  He was so entranced, he decided to stop and look.

She stood about five-foot-seven, had long, black hair, and tan skin.  She was wearing a black knee-length sundress, knee-high gladiator sandals, and a sunhat.  She could have been a model.

The woman stamped her foot and asked the man, "Where is the cars, Jeeves."

"It appears the chauffer is running late," Jeeves answered, whipping out his cellphone.  "I shall give him a call."

As Jeeves walked away, the woman noticed Mike looking.  "What do you want, plebeian?"

"Just looking at a hot girl, that's all."

She rolled her eyes.  "Gay."

"So looking at women makes me gay?" he asked.  "Logic lapse."

"Ugh, go away."

This was getting ugly.  "Okay.  Have a good day."  He started walking away.

"Wait," she said.

He turned.  "Yeah?"

"You're just going to walk away?"

"That's what you want, right?" he asked.

"Of course," she said.  "But you're supposed to grovel at my feet and beg for the privilege to remain in my presence while I dismiss you with a wave.  That's what peons do."

Good thing he wasn't a peon.  Cute could only go so far.  "I'm walking away now."

"If you knew how I live, you would beg for my company, peon."

He stopped.  "You don't live any better than anyone else."

"So you don't believe me, huh?" she asked.  "Well then I guess I'll have to show you.  First, we'll go shopping.  Then, we'll go out to eat sushi.  Then we'll finish off the night with a trip to the local arena to see a play.  Just pick a day and time and I'll show you."

If it was hurt treat, it couldn't hurt.  "How about Saturday, five o'clock."

"You got it," she said.  She had an arrogant look on her face for a few moments.  The her face changed as she realized what had just happened.  "Damn it!"

He laughed.  "Don't back out now."

She grumbled.  "I won't.  Just don't stand me up, peon."

"I like Mike better," he said.

"Very well...Mike.  I suppose I should give you the honor of knowing my name."  She extended a hand his way.  "Brittany."

He shook her hand.  "See you then."

"And then you'll beg and grovel to stay in my presence.  Beg and grovel!"

"We'll see."