I wasn't the flustered one this time, she was. And not gonna lie, I loved it.

"W-what??" She stuttered.

"You are beautiful" I smiled at her.

"What m-makes you s-say that?" She folded her arms, clearly failing at sounding confident.

"The one-thousand-two-hundred and forty guys running behind you." I playfully replied.

"Shut up, no one likes me." She walked to the counter and started taking out a scoop of Vanilla ice-cream, probably for herself.

"Which flavour do you like??" She asked me as she placed the scoop in the paper cup and spinning a plastic spoon in her fingers before skillfully sticking it into the ice-cream.

Damn, that was smooth...

...and attractive.