"Well done," Luke gave a thumbs up. "Before, I only saw your beauty, but now it seems you are a rose with thorns."
"Does this affect the image you have of me in your heart?"
"I like roses."
Orty laughed, "Be careful, getting pricked hurts."
"Thanks for the warning."
Orty inquired, "Do you want me to look into this person for you?"
"Do you think he's targeting me?"
"I can't believe you can't see it."
"There indeed seems to be something off, but, a beauty like you must get approached often, so it can make sense, right?"
"I do get approached often, so I can be sure he wasn't just making an advance." Orty lifted her cocktail and clinked glasses with Luke,
"You decide."
Luke too felt conflicted. Being targeted but doing nothing about it would be frustrating.
Letting Orty investigate this provocative Caucasian man could potentially drag him deeper into trouble.
