“Do you always just walk up and start flirting with random girls?”
He seems to cringe a little bit at my words. “You are most certainly not a girl, but a full-grown woman, and I prefer that.”
The slight correction manages to rub me right and wrong all at once. “No need to be politically correct. We're just two people having a conversation. I do appreciate that you have a mature stance on that though.”
He offers a playboy smile as the sunshine highlights the blue tones in his black hair. “That is fair. It's a bit heavy of a topic for our first conversation. What do you say we grab a meal and have a second conversation that's a bit more in depth?”
He's so smooth it takes half a second for it to register that he just asked me on a date. “You seem like a really nice guy, but I don't think
