“Personally, I’d rather make out with a cactus.”
Yerin smirks as she she looks to the cellphone display to a creepy costumer that was staring at the two blondes. “I think he is mildly cute, but truly too creepy,” Yerin told looking back to the display phone. “That is the difference between a boy and a man though. These boys can’t help themselves where the men are cunning, cool, collective, and in control,” Yerin stated smiling before looking to the girl. “Would you suggest this phone though?” Yerin questioned as her hands stayed on the phone.








