The man was hitting on me at this point as he kept on pushing himself, not even sensing that I am not interested in him.

“So, I’ll buy you a drink.” He suggested it, and I shook my head.

“I’m not in the mood for a drink.”

But this didn’t make him give up, in fact, he looked more desperate now, “How about some dance?”

“My feet hurt from dancing.” I pouted for an effect, can’t this guy just leave? Can’t he take a hint? Or should I say it to his face directly?

“Then can we sit at the stool and chat?”

“Honestly, no-“

I wasn’t able to finish...