“Hey. Aren’t you 5? Why did you have to wear something provocative? Anyway, if you’re single do give me a call.”
“That was provocative to you…?” She asks with a curious tilt of her head as she looks at him doe-eyed but he wasn’t in the clear just yet as the impressionable stare diminishes into a suspecting one. “You’re weird…” she mumbles. “But not exactly my type… or close.” She says ‘but’ only because she realized the pattern with the people she liked, romantic or not. People who spoke like this guy, however, she knew well. Just wasn’t her cup of tea.
