God, he wasn't actually serious about this, was he? Part of me just wants nothing more than to punch a couple of his teeth down his throat. No, probably shouldn't try that.

"Wow, this is very flattering..."

No, it was fucking creepy. Why is he so blurry? Oh right, my reading glasses are still on. I take them off, and hold them in my hand.

"But, I'm just not into you."

So take the fucking hint already. I sit back down, wishing not to make any eye contact him, or to acknowledge him in any way, shape or form. Putting the glasses back on, I open the book, Max Berry's Jennifer Government to be exact, and continue right where I left off before I was so rudely interrupted.