Chapter 8

When we reached outside the mall, he still wouldn't budge. "Miss, just wait a moment! Wait for me!"

He's acting foolish. I just ignored him and didn't pay attention. But I was surprised when he grabbed my arm at the pedestrian crossing, and even more surprised because I let him. What's wrong with me?

"Miss, I'm really sorry, okay? I'll make it up to you, want me to take you out on a date?" He raised and lowered his eyebrows suggestively. I furrowed my brows and pulled my arm away.

"I don't go on dates with ugly guys," I replied, dumbfounded.

"Wh-what! Hey! I'm not ugly!" He stepped closer and even touched his face to mine. "Look at me, high nose, thick eyebrows, fair-skinned, and a strong jawline. Isn't that handsome?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed his face away. "Your breath stinks!" I pretended to pinch my nose. He sniffed his mouth and I turned away.

"Hey miss! My breath doesn't stink! It smells like Paris!" He quickly caught up to me and blocked my path. I walked to the side, but he