If Looks Could Kill

"Come on, just give me your number," James said to Victoria as she left him to go catch her flight. 

"What is it? I don't want to give you my number, leave me alone!" Victoria didn't want to be rude to him but he was beginning to get on her nerves, she knew his type, he was a play boy and that meant trouble. She was on her way to go deal with Emeka, and didn't need any form of distraction while at it.

"Hey, there is absolutely no need to be angry, I just want to have a chat with you later on, I really like you and would like to be friends with you, that's all," James said smiling, not any bit deterred by her reaction towards him. 

Victoria seeing he wasn't ready to give up, decided to ask for his number instead. 

"Come on, we both know you won't call," James said with a chuckle. Victoria glanced at her wristwatch, she needed to leave or she was going to miss her flight. Without saying another word, she started walking away from him.