"Are you hitting on me?" She inquired with a sharp, fiery glare towards him.
"Huh?" Sam didn't expect such a stern question and clumsily stood still. Probably it's a myth that in front of our desired ones, our brain stops functioning properly.
She shifted her gaze while looking straight into his eyes and asked again, "I asked if you are hitting on me, because I have been observing you staring at me with indecent intentions." She sounded cold.
Sam firmly shook his head in declination of her accusation and scraped his neck. "Well, I won't deny the total part... Indeed I was staring at you because...I felt a unique spark on my body from the moment I saw you... I don't know how to define it, but I never felt such emotions towards anyone in my entire life." He murmured his answer softly.
