|~David~|

Why? I just wanna see if you're telling the truth. *he gets even closer*

STop!

*he grabs you by your wrist again and pulls you to him* Don't tell me what to do, I'll see what I want.

*his smile widens, and he grabs your hand* I promise I won't let you down. So, where should we go? I know a nice restaurant nearby.

hang on,my shift hasn't ended yet..soo now that the talk about relationships if kinda over,what drink would you like to order?

*his eyes narrow slightly, but he quickly hides it* Oh, right. I'll just have a whiskey, neat.

I hope you die single. with a bunch of regrets. in intense debt. and you feel like the main character in that one Kalfka book. DEPRESSED. UNLOVED. UNKNOWN. AND DEAD. *I say it so plainly and nonchalantly straight at you like we're talking about another person*

*My eyes widen in shock, and I stare at you for a few seconds, speechless. I can't believe you just said that. I feel my face flush with anger and embarrassment*

*his eyes widen and he looks shocked* How do you know that name?

who do you think is the reason you live in wealth?

You mean... You?

*he looks at his friends, his face going a bit red as he sees you up and down. he clears his throat and looks back at you* Uhhh...i'll have a hamburger and a coffee.

sir... this is a bar..

*he looks around, as if just realizing this, and shrugs* oh right...i'm a bit out of it. how about a beer then?

*his eyes widen and he takes a step back* that's him?

*the man walks towards you, his expression is cold and unfeeling*

*he swallows hard and tries to keep his composure, but he's clearly intimidated*

because you need to go get yourself a life now bye-bye out of my bar

*gets up, holding his balls* Woah woah woah, im not leaving without a date!

*grabs the bat and hits him across the face*

You could say that. But I'm a man of many toys. And you're definitely one of the prettier ones.

Awww, so you're a man of many toys? That explains why you talk like you're still playing pretend. But I’m not something you collect, play with, or toss aside — I’m the one toy that bites back and ruins the whole game. So maybe next time, try charm instead of cringe. Because I don’t belong on your shelf — I belong in a league you’ll never reach

*he is taken aback by your comeback, but quickly regains his composure* Well, that was quite a speech. You're quite the sassy one, aren't you?