men could never get the idea, could they?

you're sitting at the bar, trying to shrug off this guy who just can't seem to leave you alone. he's about to ask for your number a third time before someone slips next to you and puts his arm around your shoulder.

"i've been looking everywhere for you!" the man says. you look up to see a man with white hair and blue eyes behind some black, round sunglasses. he looks up at the man next, almost glaring at him. "who's this, babe?"