"Oh, it's you. How did you get my number?" Layla asked, dumbfounded.
"I know everything about you. Your name is Layla, right? I'll give you 20 minutes to meet me at the gate. Or else, I'll go in and look for you myself."
After a while, she walked out of the campus and saw a blue Lamborghini parked right in front of the gate.
When she got closer, the window rolled down, revealing James's boyish, good-looking face.
Taking off his sunglasses, he eyed her and whistled. "Wow, you're hotter than I imagined!"
Meanwhile, Layla sized him up as well. "You're that guy from the game?"
"Yes! What do you think? I'm handsome, right?"
With an eye roll, she deadpanned, "My *ss! Aren't you just a kid? How old are you?"
"I... I'm 18 years old!" he answered, straightening his back.
She stared at him,
