He leaned in, winked at Scarlett Yates, and flashed a smile he believed was captivating, "You look a lot like a friend of mine. I felt a strong attraction the moment I saw you. How about we become friends?"
The man had a handsome face, narrow and long peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips as bright as peonies. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes slightly turned up, giving an especially flirtatious aura.
His features were both beautiful and delicate, the quintessential playboy look.
As if to complement his appearance, he wore a pink shirt.
Despite its garish and provocative color, it didn't seem vulgar on him.
This was his usual way of hitting on women, though clichéd, it was always effective.
Every woman he approached had never failed to fall for it.
Unfortunately, this time he encountered Scarlett Yates.
He leaned very close.
A faint scent of perfume wafted over from him.
