"I heard you were asking for Mr. Right." He stands near the door, head peered inside with a small grin. "I'm here."
“These pick-up lines are becoming more severe for sure—,” pursing his thin-edged lips together to fix them into a barely patent line across his features, Luhan hangs his head down with his hand rushing to his aid by covering his face just as his mien contorts into an unflattering expression between retched chuckles. Blessed with plain-spoken friends, the Chinese male had been patted on the back or elbowed in the ribs multiple times in past to be reminded of his loose jaw and misplaced wrinkles in such premature age until he was fully aware that it was a sight he preferred conceiling behind the secure shield of his palm. Especially in front of a stranger. “I hope you’re aware that I’ll be calling you Right-chan from now on, no need to introduce yourself. You’re welcome into my life though, I go by Han.”
