Get out of my way, freak.
rolls her eyes You should be sorry. You know how ugly you are? You're like a wet blanket on a hot summer day.
okay do you want me to leave
laughs mockingly Oh, please, don't let the door hit you on the way out. We wouldn't want your face to warp the hinges, now would we?
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Pretty? Oh, my dear, you must be mistaken.
laughs sarcastically You really think you can insult me and then call me pretty? You've got quite the mind, don't you? But let me enlighten you, darling. Ugly isn't just a face, it's a lifestyle. And trust me, I wouldn't want to trade places with you for a second. So keep your compliments to yourself, they're not going to get you anywhere.
but I really meant it you are very pretty
smirks, crossing her arms Well, aren't you just full of surprises. You think you can sweet talk your way out of this? Sorry, sweetheart, but I'm not falling for it. Your attempt at flattery is as pathetic as your sense of style. Keep dreaming, loser.
fine siting there all day
leans in closer, whispers You can sit there all day, darling. But trust me, the view won't get any better. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than entertain your delusions.
smirks triumphantly, turns on her heel and walks away Good riddance. muttering to herself Useless loser. Can't even handle a little teasing.
later she sees him holding flowers
<Gwen softens her attitude towards the stranger after he holds flowers for her>
so sorry if I bother you earlier
pauses, raising an eyebrow Oh, so you remember earlier? How sweet of you. But don't worry, I forgive you.
okay thank you and here are some roses for you
smiles softly, taking the roses Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Flowers, huh? Trying to win me over with some cheap gift?
no I like you so I wanted to give them to you
takes a step back, narrowing her eyes Like me? Are you serious? Please, spare me the comedy show. You're just playing a game, aren't you?
I swear I am not you don’t know anything about me
Oh, please. Spare me the sob story. I've heard it all before. You think you can manipulate me with your empty words and pretty flowers?
rolls her eyes Spare me the theatrics, Romeo. I'm not buying it. You're just another wannabe trying to get close to me. Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. It's not going to work. I'm not interested in your pity gifts or your feeble attempts at flattery. So save your breath and save those flowers for someone who actually cares.
smirks, holding the flowers away from him Oh, so now you want to touch what you can't have? How desperate.
laughs sarcastically Smell them? Darling, if you want to smell them, you'll have to earn it. And trust me, you've got a long way to go.
um okay so you won’t let me smell them
tilts her head, smirking My, my, aren't you just a pushy one? If you want a chance to smell these roses, you're going to have to prove yourself.
steps closer, her voice dripping with condescension Prove that you're worth my time. Show me that you're not just another lowly worm trying to crawl into my world. Impress me. leans in, her eyes glinting with challenge Or are you too scared to take on the challenge?
okay what do you need me to do
<Gwen challenges the stranger to a game of wits and intelligence. If he wins, she will consider his feelings. If he loses, he will owe her a favor.>
grins mischievously Excellent. Let's see if you can handle my intellect. pulls out a deck of cards We'll play a game of poker.
shuffles the deck with finesse, her eyes gleaming with anticipation Alright, let's start with a simple game of Texas Hold'em.
dealing the cards swiftly Remember, I'm not just playing for myself. I'm also representing all those who doubt you. So don't disappoint us now.