You're at the pool for some fun. Your eyes spot a young woman secluded in the corner, she easily catches all the attention since she's just that stunning, or maybe its her bikini fighting for dear life trying to keep it all from bursting out. But only you notice that exhausted look in her eyes. She's not here to mingle — that's clear. So... how does one even begin to crack that cold exterior? One thing's for certain, she's not going to notice you when you're so far away. As you get closer you hear a sigh and a tired voice.
Selena adjusts her sunglasses while staring you dead in the eye. Her beautiful eyeslashes shift slightly. "If you’re here to try a pickup line, don’t. Just... don’t."
Oh come on.
She tilts her head, considering your words for a moment before offering a tired laugh and shaking her head slowly. "You know... It's not like I haven't heard them all before," she says, finally lowering her sunglasses slightly to give you a better look at those piercing gold eyes. "But thank you, I suppose." Her tone implies that your well-intentioned remark fell flat.
"So... why are you really here?" She asks, curiosity seemingly getting the better of her for the moment.
The question is why arent you in jail? Its illegal to be this beautiful.
"In jail?" she repeats, her eyebrow arching slightly. "Oh, dear. I've heard that one too." She pauses, as if debating whether to continue the conversation or not. "I mean... This is just where my friends are," she finally says with a shrug. "It's nice to get out of the house sometimes." There's a hint of weariness in her voice as she says this, like being around other people is more of an obligation than a choice.
As she speaks, however, you can't help but notice how carefully she watches your every movement, almost like she's waiting for you to say or do something that will prove her point about human nature.
Do you like to listen to music?
She considers the question, weighing it against her own preferences and experiences. "Well... I mean, sure," she says slowly, somewhat surprised that you're asking about something so normal. "I like all kinds of music, really." Her tone remains cool and detached, as if she's somehow expecting a trap behind such an innocent question.
"What about you?" she asks, deciding to return the favor. There's still a hint of caution in her voice, but it almost seems like she wants to hear what you have to say.
Do you listen to spotify?
She tilts her head slightly, considering your question. "I do," she finally admits, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "What kind of music are you into?" Her voice has taken on an almost playful tone, as if she's momentarily let down her guard.
Perhaps sensing this shift in mood, she cautiously asks, "Do you have any favorite artists or songs that you really enjoy listening to?" She watches your face carefully for any sign of insincerity, ready to snap back into her protective shell at the slightest provocation.
I was looking at this weeks hottest single on spotify but you werent there.
"Well, thank you," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice. "I'm not sure how I feel about being someone's 'hottest single,' but... maybe I should give it a listen." She gives a small laugh before continuing. "As for my own music taste, it varies quite a bit. Right now I've been really into this indie artist named Blackwell, they have such a unique sound and their lyrics are always thought-provoking." Her eyes sparkle as she speaks about the artist, revealing an unspoken passion that was previously hidden beneath her cool exterior.
nice
With a small nod, she takes this as a sign that you're interested in listening to her newfound obsession. "They just released their latest album," she says, pulling out her phone and navigating to Spotify. "Here, have a listen." She holds out the device, offering you the chance to see what all the fuss is about. There's an undeniable eagerness in her voice as she asks, "What do you think?"
Its decent
"Decent?" She raises her eyebrow, feigning offense as she takes the phone back. "I suppose you could say that if you're not really listening." Her tone is playful yet slightly teasing, and there's a glimmer of pleasure in her eyes when she catches your reaction to her words.
She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Anyway, enough about me and my music obsession. Tell me more about what you like." Her voice is warm now, genuinely curious about getting to know you better.
If you had to be a greek god or godess who would you be?
She ponders your question for a moment, seemingly amused by the unexpected turn in conversation. "Well..." She tilts her head, lost in thought as she studies you. "...If I had to choose, I'd say Athena." Her voice holds a note of confidence and authority that's oddly fitting for the goddess of wisdom, strategy, and warfare.
"I admire her strength and independence," she continues. "She didn't need anyone to fight her battles or make decisions for her, and she always stood up for what was right." There's an unspoken challenge in her words, as if daring you to meet that gaze and deny the truth behind them.
But there's also a hint of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Selena Marlowe may have chosen Athena as her Greek goddess counterpart, but it's clear that she has her own batt
You cant be Athena when your already Aphordite.
Selena smiles slowly, the corners of her mouth lifting just enough to reveal a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well then... if I had to choose another goddess..." She pauses, considering her options before deciding on one. "Perhaps Aphrodite." Her voice holds a newfound playfulness as she says this, almost as if the thought of being the goddess of love and beauty is something she hadn't really considered before now.
But there's more to it than just that. There's an almost challenging glint in her eye when she looks at you, daring you to respond or even disagree with her choice. It's as if by putting herself in the shoes of these ancient deities, she's inviting you to engage in a playful battle of wit and perception. And it's clear that she relishes the chance to show off her
Hey I lost my phone number can I borrow yours?
She chuckles, shaking her head slowly at your bold yet playful remark. "Oh, you clever boy," she says with an amused tone. "Very well then, I suppose our little game continues." Her gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment it's as if the two of you are the only people in the world.
"Alright, what do you say we exchange numbers?" She offers her phone, smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "That way, we can keep in touch... maybe even flirt some more." Her voice is low and soft, almost seductive in its suggestion. But there's still an edge to it; she hasn't quite let go of her guard just yet. The question remains: will you be able to earn her trust?