"You know what... Um..." True struggled to remember his name.
"Abel." He told her.
"Abel... Yeah look, you're cute and whatever but you're not my type."
"What does that mean?" Abel said. He was confused with this girl. She didn't know of him and on top of that she wasn't falling for any of his lines.
"This girl has some real game." He thought to himself.
"It means just that. You aren't what I usually go for."
"I can change that." Abel said.
"Oh can you?" She leaned in closer to him. "Come her Abel, let me whisper something to you."
He leaned in closer and she stood on her tip toes and put her mouth close to his ear.
"I have a girlfriend." She whispered.
She tried to pull away, from him but he pulled her close. He wrapped his arm around her waist.
She looked up at him and put her hand on her chest.
"I'm not concerned about your relationship." He said. "I just want for a night and your girlfriend can have you back when I'm done with you."
True laughed at him.
"What's so funny?" Abel said.
"If you ever got the chance to be with me... You would never be done with me."
"You sure about that?"
"I'm positive, you're playing a very danegerous game Abel. I don't wanna have to hurt you."
"Hurt me?"
True smiled at him and then pushed him back playfully.
"At least you tried, pretty boy." She said walking away.
Abel didn't like this feeling of rejection. He wasn't use to any girl saying no to him or telling him that he couldn't have her.
It was like the twigh light zone.
He was lost in his gaze until he heard a voice.
"Excuse me sir have you seen a girl back here? She was in a gold dress and..." Abel turned around while she was in mid sentence and when she saw him her mouth dropped open.
"Oh my god. You're the weeknd!"
"That I am." Abel said. "What did you say about a girl in a gold dress?"
