"That's the standard answer from beautiful women," teased the stranger as he remained where he was. His smile did not relax as he took the seat beside Wendy.
With a rose in hand, he reached it towards Wendy, "A beautiful flower for a pretty lady."
With such a tacky pick-up line, Wendy flinched as her brows furrowed. She directly pointed out, "With so many empty seats around, please take another seat elsewhere. This one is reserved."
"Ouch, prickly little flower, I see. That makes me even more interested... " The man continued wearing a greasy smile. Seeing how Wendy did not take the flower from him, he stood up and forcefully pushed the flower into her hand.
Wendy was shocked at the man's actions.
The rose in her hand turned her off so much, she threw it back at the man.
Infuriated, Wendy warned, "Behave yourself, or I'm calling the police."
