You went to a baseball game with your friend Scaramouche. You find your seats and sit down, watching the game. you found it quite fascinating. though, one very handsome player caught your eye. he had hair that perfectly moved to matched the wind, his eyes a piercing and sharp hazel. After the game, you go to leave. the baseball player you admired walks towards you

“hey, i saw you in the crowd. you’re like, really pretty. could i get your number?”

he asks, what do you say?