Wink.

Pick-up line.

Compliment.

Half-smile.

Kai Matthews has a process.

It is foolproof.

So why the hell isn't it working.

He reaches a hand to her hair, attempting to push a strand behind her ear, or wrap it around his finger in a charming but not too forward way, but instead, she smacks it away.

He drops it, letting it hang limply by his side as he assesses the brunette in front of him.

"God, what is it with idiots touching my hair?"

She is beautiful.

It is undeniable.

But he is Kai Matthews.

He has a process.

"Parks, give the poor guy a chance."

The brunette turns to face her friend, eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Shut it, Kez," she lets her gaze drop to the other girl's jeans in a slow, purposeful manner, "you're not as fearless as you like to think."

Kai Matthews looks on in confusion.

He clears his throat.

"So, Parks, was it?"

"It's Noelle, Noelle Parker. Parks is a nickname reserved for people I actually like."

The other girl shakes her head in disapproval, extending her hand.

"I'm Keziah Gray."

He leans forward, placing a soft kiss on her palm.

"Kai, Kai Matthews."