“Since I'm here,” Rosie motioned to herself, pulling my attention back to her boobs and body. “You should teach me how to flirt.”
In my mind, she was doing great in that department, as I haven't thought of a single coherent sentence since she sat down. But then I reminded myself that she was my teammate's little sister and it wasn't appropriate.
“Okay, lesson number one. You need to smile at people,” I said, making her roll her eyes in frustration. “Hold your horses, Thorn.”
“Don't call me like that,” she groaned, frustrated. “I know how to smile at people, I've been doing it my whole life. See, I smile at you.”
A fake, forced smile pulled on her lips. And despite being beautiful, I could tell her smile was full of shit.
“Yeah, not this polite, fakeness you use on stage,” I waved at her. “Smile in a way to invite people to want to talk to you.”
Her eyes bulged out, and I had to bite down on my lip to not laugh. She clearly didn't want people talking to her.
“Okay, watch,” I grabbed her arm to get her attention and flashed her my signature smile. It came natural despite not being this person anymore. I knew exactly how much to pull my lips up and sideways to flash my white teeth and make the perfect smile that had all the girls dropping their panties. I was charismatic by nature and even sitting there sweaty and smelly in my workout clothes, I got the passing waitress slightly blushing as I maintained eye contact with her.
She stumbled and quickly shuffled away.
Rosie scoffed, making me drag my attention back to her. “That's how you do it.”
“Okay, let me try.” She sat up straight and pulled her lips into yet another forced smile.
I burst out laughing. “You're grimacing. Try to relax. Jesus, you smile all the time.”
“Yeah, but you want me to do some kind of magic with my smile, and it doesn't work,” she slumped back against the armchair. “I'm horrible at this. I'm going to die a virgin.”
I scoffed and wrapped my arm around her. “No, don't get discouraged. Just imagine it's your friend you are smiling at. A friend you like. Try to be natural and inviting. Just... try with that guy.” I pointed at a random student sitting a few tables away from us. “Catch his eyes and smile.”
Rosie pushed me away and gagged. “You smell so bad.”
“Wow, Casanova, we haven't even mastered smiling, and you're already moving on to flirting?” I grinned, making her groan. “Try charming the stranger.”
Rosalie groaned, and this whole interaction made me forget about my shitty mood. She was entertaining and cute ashell as she narrowed her eyes at me, before trying to catch the guy's attention and flashing a slow, seductive smile at him.
She lied when she told me she didn't know how to flirt and that she'll die a virgin, because the smile that pulled on her lips made my heart skip a beat.
The guy felt the same way as he blushed, before ducking his head and staring back at his phone.
Rosie leaned back, her body pressed fully to my arm. “See?”
“Yeah, I saw. You got a poor guy so flustered that he needs to leave.”
Her attention snapped to the poor freshman packing up his things and rushing out of the café. I suppressed a laugh when I saw Rosie's chin dip.
“I can't do this.”
“Hey,” I reached under her chin with two fingers and forced her to look at me. “He left because he likes you, not because you suck. I think you're so pretty, you intimidate guys.”
She arched her brow. “You think so?”
“Sure, looks like it,” I shrugged with a grin. “You just need to find a guy who can play in your league.”
Rosie grinned, and I was stunned by her radiant smile. I missed seeing the carefree, happy grin on her face. “Glad to know you think I'm pretty.”
I let out a long laugh, resting my head against the armchair, and watched her victorious smile. “This was your plan all along. Fishing for compliments?”
“Nah,” she shrugged, her smile taking up all her face. “I just wanted to make you laugh.”
This girl... She was trouble.
