On the other end-
"You like guys of older men type?" Nash randomly shot a question at Charlotte before picking up a small cube of watermelon from the fruit platter and popping it into his mouth.
Like a little ruffian, he turned to the man's direction and, with a smirk, commented, "Your choice is not bad after all."
He then looked back at the girl in front and gave an apologetic smile. "I meant that man! He has quite a good taste..."
"... Screw you!!"
Charlotte shot him a furious look. "What do you men look at, anyway?" she demanded. "He is only six years older than me... only six years older. You like her type, too?"
Charlotte felt a pang of discouragement at his words, but Nash's next statement was like a slap in the face. "She's not my type, anyway!" he declared, his evil grin spreading wide across his face.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Hah! You have a pretty varied taste."
