7

I turned around to see a man smiling at me. He had brown eyes, a scruffy beard, freckles, and he was wearing a tight white vest paired with black track pants and Nike Airmax trainers. I furrowed my eyebrows, sure that he’d got the wrong person, because there was no way that he would be speaking to me.

“Can I help you?” I asked sheepishly, coughing.

“I saw you coming in across the mall, and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked,” he said coyly.

I could feel myself flushing bright pink. I didn’t even know what to say.

“Ehhh,” I mumbled. “Thank you.”

“I was wondering if I could take your number?” he smiled huskily.

“I don't really give my number out to strangers,” I said quickly, convinced that I was embarrassing myself and making myself look like a fool.

“If we get to know each other, we won't be strangers,” he grinned flirtatiously. “You think I'm gonna let a pretty girl like you just walk away?”

I was taken aback.

I wasn't really used to attention like this…

Probably bec