"I don't disclose my private information to strangers," Clary replied firmly, her words leaving no room for negotiation. With a composed demeanor, she walked away from Lucas, leaving him standing there, a mix of embarrassment and frustration clouding his features. This was an unfamiliar territory for him—the first time he had been turned down by a woman. "Why is she feeling so special?" he muttered, his ego bruised, as he walked away to rejoin his friends.
Back at their table, Annabelle couldn't help but ask, "What took you so long?" Clary settled down with a frown on her face, recounting the encounter with the clumsy man.
"One clumsy man bumped into me on my way out of the restroom," she explained, her expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Annabelle teased, "Why are you frowning? Is he ugly and reeks of alcohol?"
