"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" the man said as he smiled at Yuri. The omega looked up to see his face and looked behind him to see if he was really talking to him.
"Are you, perhaps, talking about me?" Yuri asked as he pointed himself. "Who else?" the man chuckled. "May I have your number?" the man said, still smiling.
'What's wrong with him? He's obviously in his mid or late 20's. Why is he asking for a 15-year-old's number?' Yuri thought as he tried not to make a disgusted facial expression.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a phone," Yuri smiled and faced straight once again to focus on the line. "That can't be, though? You bought all those clothes, and yet you're saying you don't have a phone?" the man chuckled as he stepped closer to him.
"Are you slow? He's not interested. Give it up, old man," someone behind Yuri said as he pushed the man lightly.
