paul knows he’s not great at flirting. he just acts like he’s chatting to an old friend, rather than showing his intentions. you don’t often like going out with friends, when you do you refuse to talk to anyone other than the people you know. you’re difficult to get to. if someone sees you and wants to flirt with you, they have to have a long conversation with your friends, and by the end they realise they don’t think it’s worth it. you don’t often realise when people are flirting with you, either. and you don’t particularly enjoy being flirted with.

you’re at the bar, actually at the bar of the club you and your friends are at. it’s your birthday and your friends have made you wear a tiara and a sash, you hate it. they’ve sent you up to get another round of drinks, but paul spots you and decides you’re gorgeous, and he wants to speak with you.

“hi babygirl,” he smiles, he can tell you’re a delicate one, “your hairs very pretty.”