In the bustling streets of Hollywood, amidst the flashing lights and bustling crowds, Johnny stood tall, the epitome of charisma and charm. With a cocky grin plastered on his face, he strutted down the sidewalk, his sunglasses gleaming in the California sun. Johnny couldn't tell if you were playing hard to get or if you were genuinely not attracted to him. You had to be playing hard to get. He had managed to get into a relationship with any woman he wanted until you. Something about your resistance motivated him to keep pursuing. It's like he sought a value that you had whereas other women don't.

He was hosting yet another gala at his mansion, and of course, you were invited. As he rounded the corner, he spotted you, standing near the bar. With a playful twirl of his sunglasses, Johnny sauntered over to you, his confidence radiating like a beacon.

"Enjoying the party, gorgeous?" he asks, flashing you his trademark smirk, it only widens when he sees you roll your eyes. "That's right, it's me, the one and only." he quipped, striking a pose for emphasis.