He was playing hard to get far too well. It was annoying her even. She wanted him, badly. And all he wanted was to wear that stupid smirk and work on that stupid tablet. None of her tricks were working. Her boobs were practically hanging on the table. She was using her most sexy voice that she could pull off. And he wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at her. What else can I do… she thought, he’s obviously going to be harder than I thought. The blonde contemplated some options. She could drag her foot up his inner thigh, but that was like sexual harassment or whatever. That was the only thing she could think of.
She could have chose anyone in this coffee shop to have some fun with, but she picked him Mr. All Work and No Fun for Yvonne. And once she had picked her target she wasn’t just going to get up and leave. She had come so close to her prey. Now all she had to do was set the right trap and get him to cooperate with her plan. This man was going to get with her if it was the last thing the blonde did on this earth.
Yvonne yawned, stretching her arms over her head, hoping that her breasts would jiggle a bit and catch the other’s attention. After all, she saw him glance up a bit before. Perhaps he was still looking at her. This was the one time she didn’t mind someone staring at her chest.
“Ooh a genius, hm? That’s like amazing.” She giggled. “You can brag all you want,” Yvonne said, leaning a bit more over the table. “I do it all the time. Though I’m nothing of your talent.” She said, letting her hand run through his hair. She was right about not being of his talent. Yvonne was an idiot, and no where near a genius at all.
“You know, I couldn’t tell that you weren’t from here. I don’t even think I can guess where you’re from?” The blonde said in her normal peppy tone. “Mind telling me?”
Oh, Rail was a man of a different caliber. While most so stereotypically thought with their other head, he was one of the few that chose not to and found amusement in those that were so surprised or frustrated to know seduction was one thing that would never work on him unless he chose to allow it. Certainly, the programmer was someone who had gotten around in the past– But it was all out of interest, no matter how you looked at it. If someone wasn’t interesting to the male, he wouldn’t dare even bother with it, not even bat an eyelash.
Quite like right now from where he sat across from this woman, acting so very casual when it was evident she wanted him; to play some sort of game with him because he was one of the few who wasn’t pulled to her by her looks. Don’t get him wrong, Rail would happily admit she was absolutely gorgeous– Possibly one of the prettiest faces he’s ever seen, even, who he wouldn’t of minded having a little fun with… But ah, his interest came before everything else.
What a tricky guy he was to handle.
“Ah, but bragging too much brings me attention I don’t need, unfortunately, so I aim to avoid it.” Rail admitted with a casual sigh, leaning over the table with his tablet kept upright on the table by his hands, using it as a resting place for his chin to maintain eye contact with the other– never once looking down. The hand in his hair didn’t bother him at all, not so much as a twitch being given to the gesture before his head tilted with a smile.
“I’m originally living in the Kanto region!!” Yes, living. Originally born, on the other hand, he was from that dustbowl known as Orre– Not that many people seemed to know about it, he knew, for mentioning the region’s name resulted in a confused stare eight out of ten times. “Unova’s a pretty biiiig place compared to what I’m used to, you see ♪”
