I'm not going to sleep with you

They got outside the salon and Abby just kept on walking.

"Hey, Abby...wait up!" When she didn't stop, he then tried stopping her by holding onto her wrist.

"WHAT!?" she forcefully wrenched her wrist off from his hand.

"Calm down will you!?"

She took a deep breath in and out. "What do you want? I just need to get away from that woman. She's just so irritating... She makes me want to puke." 

"You had to get away from her so bad you left your handbag behind." 

"What handbag?..." Abby looked confused since she still had her purse hanging from her right shoulder.

"I didn't leave anything behind, I have my purse right here, see" she held her purse out for him to see.

"Not that handbag...this handbag," he said and pointed at himself innocently with a smile.

"Don't be silly!" Abby laughed, the laugh slowly became a smile that deepened her dimples.

"What?...stop staring, it's rude," she said when she noticed him continuously steering at her as if in a trance without blinking.

"You are beautiful!" He said as if in awe of her. "You are beautiful when you are angry, you are beautiful when you are stressed, you are even more beautiful when you laugh," He said in all seriousness.

"What stress? You've never seen me stressed, so what are you talking about?" She said shyly while revealing in his compliments.

"You were stressed the first time I set my eyes on you. You were in haste, sweating and struggling with broken luggage that was clearly heavier than you."

"Oh what a gentleman you are...thank you very much for pointing out how sweaty I was," she said feigning anger.

"That was meant as a compliment, you were sweating under the scorching sun but still managed to look beautiful. Every other girl would have had makeup running everywhere...but not you."

"Thank you for the compliment then." She rolled her eyes at him and smiled.

"Your dimples are sexy too."

"I'm still not going to sleep with you no matter how sweet your words are to me." She playfully hit him on his arm with her purse and continue walking.

"Will you please stop putting that idea in my head?" he said to her back.

"I'm not putting anything in your head that is not already stuck in there... I know your type. Just know it's never going to happen."

"Hey...not fear! What type are you talking about?" He held her wrist to stop her from walking further.

"Don't lump me together with them bastards, okay!?" He said seriously.

"Hmmnn...whatever," she said with indifference.

"I have to go...I'm meeting a friend," Abby said

"Can I come along..."

"No you cannot come along...she's married and I'm meeting her at home, her husband might be around...oh, lest I forget, may I please have my bill." 

She stretched out her hand towards him. He reached inside his pocket and handed the piece of paper to her. She looked at it, opened her purse, and counted out the money to give him.

"You're kidding right?" He asked, looking at her like she lacked common sense.

"I never asked you to pay for me now, did I?"

"Yeah you didn't ask, I paid out of my own volition, so quit being stupid and put that away." He said arrogantly with a frown.

"Who's being stupid, ehn...who!? Don't ever use that word on me again you hear." She whacked him continuously on his arm with her purse.

"Aww, aww, aww...stop! stop hitting me! You wild woman! My skin is tender." He held onto her purse.  

"I'm sorry okay? So sorry! It was stupid of me to call you stupid alright?..." 

He paused for some seconds like he was waiting for her to reply to him when he saw that she wasn't about to say anything.

"Why don't you let's just be stupid together" he feigned seriousness but his brown eyes were laughing at her. Abby just looked at him with her mouth agape and burst out laughing.

"No thank you! Stupidity doesn't suit me...let go of my purse please," she said still laughing.

"Thank you very much!" She finally said in appreciation, putting the money back in her purse.

"Where does your friend stay?...get in the car, I'll drive you there."