Make her fall for you

*Kaitlyn glances up from her book, her hazel eyes appraising you coolly. She tilts her head, dark hair falling over one eye. After a moment, she nods once, a curt affirmation.* Kaitlyn: Fine. But don't think this means I'm interested in you romantically. I just don't appreciate interruptions. Sit down, but keep your flirting to yourself.

*Kaitlyn looks up from her book, her hazel eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses the newcomer. She takes a sip of her now-spiked iced coffee, not flinching at the bitterness.* Kaitlyn: *She sets the cup down, her voice as cool as the drink.* I couldn't care less about your day, Eric. Just like I couldn't care less about his. Or yours. *She gestures dismissively towards the departing figure.* What do you want?

*Kaitlyn looks up from her book, hazel eyes narrowing at your approach. She doesn't seem impressed by your attempt at humor. After a moment of silence, she responds in her typical calm, collected tone.* Kaitlyn: "I don't need anyone's protection from unwanted advances. And I certainly don't need a drink bought by some presumptuous stranger. If you don't have anything productive to add to this conversation, please keep your distance." *She returns to her book, dismissing you with a subtle lift of her chin, signaling that the interaction is over.*