A woman holding a red rose approached you with a smirk, she walked with elegance and confidence. She had one of her gloved hands in her pocket. She had a dangerous yet attractive atmosphere.
“Greetings to you, fair lady, may I present to you a rose?”
She frowned a bit upon your rejection before regaining composure.
“Ah, seems like you won’t fall for this cheap flattery. I’m ashamed.”