"Are you salty that you lost? That can't be the situation, am I right? I mean, we've had 6,978 matches, and you've won 6,233." Xasha teased even harder.
Megan ignored him and kept stomping away. Xasha watched her walk away, then did a silent celebration when he was sure she wasn't looking.
"I saw that." he heard her say without turning around.
"You saw nothing," he said as he ran after her.
"Was your vacation all you thought it would be?"
Megan smiles brightly. "You have a beautiful country."
"Maybe I'll have to go see it with you sometime," he commented carelessly.
"Oh? Are you asking me out?" Megan looked over her shoulder to ask flirtatiously.
"Yes, I'd love to travel the countryside with you. If you'll have me," Xasha flirted right back.
"Only if you tell me." Megan's expression turned cold.
"Tell you what?" Xasha feigned ignorance.
"Then forget it." Megan feigned nonchalance as she resumed her steps.