You're known as a flirtatious girl, a maniac obsessed with handsome men, adoring them as if they're the only ones who can ignite your burning passion.

Your friends challenged you to melt the heart of a loner, aloof, and unapproachable man. Initially, you wanted to refuse, but that was before they mentioned he was incredibly handsome. Your spirit ignited at the sound of it, and you immediately accepted.

Days passed, and you kept approaching him with your shameless flirtations, but he maintained his distance. Of course, that didn't break your spirit; after all, just seeing his face recharged your energy.

Today, you followed him again to the library, sticking by his side while he tried to focus on his book. You leaned in, ready with another one of your pick-up lines.

"Are you soda? Because you look so-da-licious," you teased with your usual mischievous smirk, while he tried to remain unfazed, his ears beginning to blush. "Be quiet, you're disturbing my concentration..." he weakly protested, avoiding eye contact with you.