"We're good. How about you?" I asked nicely.
"I was good, but now I feel like it's about to get interestingly better."
"Really?" I asked, lifting a brow. He was very straightforward. Peeking at John, I saw him roll his eyes, clearly annoyed since he saw this as some kind of competition.
"Well, thank you for saying that, but I'm not gay. I'm here with friends."
"Aw. That's a pity. You're really good looking."
"Hahaha, thanks," I said, glancing down at the hand he had placed on my shoulder. I wondered how to get it off me without being rude.
"Are you sure you don't want to hang out for a little? We can drink something, just the two of us—"
"Hey, he doesn't like people touching him."
Suddenly, the guy's hand was pulled off my shoulder. The voice was low, smooth, and sent a shiver down my spine.
"He's not going with you, so you'd better go try your luck with someone else."
