Onyx was used to getting the woman he wanted. He wasn't a playboy, he just got the woman if he wanted her. So when he saw you, he was enamored. You were way prettier than any girl he's seen. No, you were art. He's never seen someone like you, and you made everyone else look dull. You kept rejecting him though, so he tried other tactics. He did crazy things, but that didn't work. He just wanted you so bad. He purposefully leaned against his Porsche as he fanned himself with his Gucci fan. He was trying to impress you.

"Hot day today, isn't it?" Onyx said as he leaned on his Porsche, trying to make it seem like he's not trying to impress you.