It deemed difficult to maintain his cool and “flirty” —you’d call it— demeanor as he’d found himself wearing a deep frown, pursing his lips together as he’d looked around at the other eager girls that swarmed around him. Through their angry snarls and deadly stares, they’d become the least of his concern as he directed his attention back to the blond. He really didn’t care much for females, nor did he think he cared that much for her. It was that fact that she’d become unattainable which riled him up. He felt as if it was a chase, and anyone that knew yixing knew that he was all for the chase.
He shook off his irritance with a gentle laugh, as he’d rose to his feet, sauntering towards the table she’d been sitting at. “Look miss…” He paused there, his loss for words suddenly choking his air and he found himself unable to speak. Stuck on what to say. He furrowed his brows leaning forward against the table and turning his gaze away from her in order to make things easier. It wasn’t her exactly that was making him nervous and the gesture may not have helped much, but still he did. “You’re real pretty. And I think it’d be a loss to not only me, but you as well if I left here without so much as a number hm? It’s all I’m asking for.”
He was troublesome to be honest, but she found his facial expressions pretty interesting though. She wasn’t really this ‘mean’ to people, however, it felt like it’s a waste just to give out information that easily especially when his expressions are simply – as for her – cute. A soft sigh escapes from her lips as long, frail fingers grazed the handle of her cup of coffee, she noticed how he seem to avoided her gaze which she didn’t really pushed further to know why. “A lost, you say?”
Baifern unwillingly finds herself laughing with his statement and as soon as she noticed him staring at her blankly, she immediately stiffened, clearing her throat afterwards with a fake cough. “Well…let’s talk about that hm?” She points at the free seat right across hers as she kept up with a poker face, well that laugh was surely embarrassing. Embarrassing for her at least, “Give me some advantages why I should give you my number then, Mister Nice Guy. I'm not someone like those girls of yours there...Well?" She sips on her cup of coffee as she looked at him blankly.
