Not an angel

i can die happy now thank

He turned back, with his lazy eyes locked on the other’s. He didn’t walked back, he stayed to where he stopped standing, with his arms folded across his chest. He studied at the female from head to toe, and repeatedly did it for merely a minute. He removed his sunglasses and finally spoke up in his English and french mixed accent, “That’s who I am, and please who’s shoes are you wearing?” He asked as his eyes traveled towards the female’s shoes.

She raised a brow as she saw him turn around, curious as to why. As they stood there, looking at each other she wondered whether she should say something but then she decided not to, thinking back to before when he had just ignored her. When he finally spoke she became a bit surprised. “My shoes?” She looked down on her shiny pink heels. “Dior. Why do you ask? Wanna get a pair of your own?” Since being her usual  nice self hadn't seemed to work earlier she decided to go with more attitude.