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Pretty girl?

Man, this dude has some skill in talking to random women. Not only did I bump into him and have him spill his coffee all over his— what looks like a pretty new suit-attire he's got on—and he's calling me a pretty girl and telling me no worries? Doesn't he feel the burning sensation from the spilled hot coffee?! "You don't feel the sting?" I ask, glancing at the smudge on his tie and the stain spreading across his suit. "Are you perhaps worried about me getting burned, pretty girl?" He says, a cocky edge to his voice. I can almost see the grin forming on his lips.

I tilt my head up and am immediately struck by his piercing gaze—dark, deep, ocean stormy eyes look down at me. His dark, dirty brown hair is combed neatly to the side of his head, covering a small cut right across his left eyebrow.

My heart stammers in my chest as if I've been pulled into a storm just by his gaze and towering stance, making me feel small. "From the conditions here, it looks as if you're not doing too well over here. Are you alright, pretty girl?" He asks, snapping me out of my daze. I realize I've been staring like an idiot. Danger could be anywhere, and I shouldn't miss that. As a detective, I can't afford to get distracted.

I stand up straight, trying to regain my composure. He chuckles at my reaction. "What's that for?" I ask, my tone shifting slightly, more into a stern officer tone. "Hm, what's what for, pretty girl?" "You Laughed at me." I say, noticing the small grin curving his lips. His dimples pop out, making me awestruck. "My dearest apologies, you're just quite interesting."

Quite interesting?

I scoff.  "And what do you exactly mean by "quite interesting"? "Are you that interested in knowing what I mean by that, pretty girl?" He asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I nod, despite myself. "Well, let's start off with names first, shall we? Now go on, tell me. What's your name, pretty girl?"

Is he seriously asking for a name exchange?!

But somehow, I can't resist the charm this man exudes. "Ella. My name is Ella hawks." "Ella." He repeats, savouring the sound. "It is rather a pleasure. You've got such a beautiful name for a beautiful young girl such as yourself." I scoff, unsure if he's joking or sincere. I'm not really the easy type to fall for such flirts. "Do you always go off flirting whenever you see a 'young and beautiful' girl?" His ears perk up and his brows furrow slightly, his gaze darkening. "Do you think I'm lying, pretty girl?" "Well, uh.. kind of.."

His face beams with a smirk as he reaches down to take my hand, lifting it to his mouth. He plants a sudden kiss on the top of my hand. My face flushes with heat as I watch his lips caress my skin. "It really is a pleasure, Ella. A man like myself never backs down on my words and promises. Therefore, whatever words I spoke to you right now are the truth. I've never met anyone as amusing as yourself, pretty girl. You definitely grabbed my attention." My cheeks flush deeper at his words, which feel like a sweet drug I haven't yet fully inhaled. "Blayze Dawson." He says. "H-huh?" "Blayze Dawson, pretty girl, that's my name."