It turns out that for all efforts and overtures, one does not maybe need fancy words or flattery for all cases. In fact, they can find something attractive that makes them follow.
"Sh, sh, no, quiet!"
"Shut up yourself, this is stupid."
"It's not stupid!"
"You're following him."
" . . . and?"
" . . . you fail to see anything wrong with this?"
" . . . yes."
"Why did your mother let you out of the house?"
"We need food."
"Uh huh."
"I'm serious!"
"You're not just-"
"Shit! Duck!"
"Ow, my arm does not bend that way!"
"Shut up!"
"How would you like it if I just started yell- mphjf! Your hand does not belong there!"
"Honestly, don't make me tie you up."
"Then get some fucking courage and we all go about our business."
"No. You can't possibly."
"Please?"
"I said no."
"It's just one picture."
"That's called stalking."
" . . . I know, but it's so perfect."
"You'd better be referring to the eye."
"Lower."
"Chin?"
"Ass, moron."
"We are not taking a picture of his ass!"
"I'll pose, if you want me to."
The two girls start and he grins at them, exhaling a cloud of smoke over their flustered faces.
