"Hi! I'm Marlene," She walked over to him and stuck out her hand for him to shake. "I just moved in to the apartment next door. 2A," He smirked at her.
"Oh, I noticed," He raised an eyebrow at her. "I am being King Julien XIII. What is being your name?" He took her hand and kissed it. He grinned, waiting for the swoon that usually followed his flirting. But what he got was much less satisfying.
"Um... Excuse me?!" She yanked her hand away from him roughly and took a step away from him. "Don't you EVER touch me again. And I already told you my name!" She wiped her hand on her sweater and scowled at him.
"Okay, okay. I am apologizing. You are not having to say your name again," He smirked again. "But I would be liking it if I could be hearing you say my name. It's King Julien by the way," He wiggled his eyebrows at her, knowing that that would definitely work. It always does. *SLAP!*
"UGH!" Marlene exclaimed as she stomped away. Julien rubbed his face and huffed. She was different than other American girls. She wasn't one of those girls who swooned after every guy who took interest in her. And Julien wasn't sure to hate her for it or to try again.
If at first you don't succeed try try again.
He'd make her melt for him one day. She'd be a challenge. And even though he didn't like challenges, this seemed like it would be fun. Well, as long as she didn't slap him again. That was unacceptable.
"I'll be seeing you later, Marlene!" He said when he heard the wall cracking door slam. Yeah, this'll definitely be fun.