Lawrence seemed to have his soul sucked out of him as he kept his eyes on the woman in front of him, admiring each of her features.
Who could blame him?
This was a hot MILF, and no offense to the woman, because this is a term meant for complimenting the woman's grace and elegance and not the vulgar terminology.
"This young man… didn't you just say you wouldn't be able to control yourself if we kept staring at you, then why are you now staring intensely at me?" The woman, not a bit offended by the intense gaze from Lawrence, asked amusingly.
Despite Lawrence's somewhat rude action, being in the neon light district for so long, she could discern that Lawrence's eyes were different from the previous ruffians that left cowardly.
Faking a cough, Lawrence quickly regained his composure.
"Pardon my rudeness, but I didn't mean to offend you." Void of his previous outrageous speech that he usually made, Lawrence was polite and eloquent this time.
"It's fine, this young man–"
"Lawrence, call me that instead." Lawrence quickly cut her off. The addressing form of the young man was bothering him quite a bit as it made them look distant.
"May I ask for your name?" He then asked her shamelessly.
The woman giggled in amusement at Lawrence's casualness and shamelessness as well.
"You can just call me Emma, Lawrence." The woman, introduced as Emma, responded gently.
"Emma, that's quite a great name. It suits you well." Lawrence nodded his head, trying to sound noble, but failed miserably. After all, he was never the type to act like a proper noble, given his previous conduct and actions.
Nevertheless, Emma didn't seem to mind Lawrence's attempt.
"So Lawrence, is there anything our store can do for you?" Emma asked calmly.
"Oh? You know I wanted to do some shopping?"
"The way you're dressed… I can tell you must have taken off some clothes, so you must be trying to purchase a few to put on."
Lawrence was subtly surprised by the keen eyesight of Emma, especially her judgment and clever mind.
Indeed, he was missing a few clothes since he took off his school uniform, but it shouldn't be easy to detect unless one was really perceptive.
"You are surely someone's perspective," Lawrence complimented, his meaning seeming to imply something, prompting Emma to merely smile in response.
After saying that, Lawrence directly entered the store and waved his hands at the other 3 beauties.
Although they were beauties as well, Lawrence could tell they were a bit younger than Emma. The three women should be somewhat in their early-mid twenties in terms of age.
How did he know?
They didn't carry that gracefulness of a MILF or the elegance that Emma had which could only be attained through their life experiences.
"May I know the names of you three?" Lawrence asked politely.
The three women didn't respond, given Emma had stepped in to introduce them one by one.
"This one here is Ava. She's known for her great measurement in determining the proper size for the customer."
Ava's appearance was a delicate blend of grace and confidence. With long, flowing auburn hair that fell in gentle waves, it framed her face and cascaded down her back. Her striking hazel eyes held a warm intensity, revealing wisdom beyond her years.
"Good to know you, Ava." Lawrence smiled calmly.
Ava merely smiled gracefully and nodded her head in response.
Meanwhile, Emma proceeded to introduce the second woman. "And this one here is Ada. She has a great eye for discerning which attire fits the customer perfectly."
Ada had an alluring and enigmatic presence. Her appearance was a striking blend of mystery and poise. With raven hair cascading in sleek waves, it framed her face before flowing down her back.
Her eyes were an intense, deep emerald green, shining with an otherworldly allure that held a silent depth. High cheekbones graced her angular face, giving her an air of elegance.
"If Sir Lawrence needs help with matching an outfit, you can always come and consult me." Ada made a graceful bow and said.
"For sure, Lady Ada." Lawrence nodded his head and responded with a proper address, calling her lady since she called him sir.
And just as Emma walked and was about to introduce the third woman, Lawrence stopped her.
"Wait a minute, Emma." Lawrence raised his hand and said.
"What's the matter, Lawrence?" Emma raised an eyebrow, seemingly in confusion.
Lawrence chuckled softly and stepped forward.
"The first name was Ava, followed by Ada. So if I have to guess, this woman here should be Ara. You know… like ara ara~"
Emma had to cover her mouth and giggled sweetly. "That's not her name, Lawrence."
"Hmm, is that so?" Lawrence rubbed his chin. "How about this? If I guess her name correctly, then you shall go on a date with me. But if I guess her name incorrectly, then I shall go on a date with you."
Emma was amused by Lawrence's so-called betting.
Either way, it would be a win-win situation for him because he would get a date regardless if he guessed correctly or not.
"Lawrence is surely a teaser." She commented.
"Well, what can I say? People all say I'm quite the charismatic person." Lawrence shrugged, clearly not a bit ashamed of his behavior.
Rizzling for a hot MILF was naturally nothing to be ashamed of.
Who would be ashamed of themselves if they could land themselves a date with such an amazing woman?
"But what if I don't want to make the bet?" Emma smiled mischievously and asked.
Lawrence grinned and stepped even closer, his face extremely close to Emma.
"If you didn't want to make the bet, then you would have either refused on the spot or thrown me out like what you did earlier." He whispered softly.
Their faces were nearly pasted together as if a magnet was being stuck. Yet Emma didn't react much and kept her sweet smile.
"Then please make your guess, Lawrence."
Lawrence: Gooooooal~ but don't be mistaken people. I'm merely admiring her beauty, and not trying to lust after her. Remember, I'm unpredictable, so whatever you're thinking, it's not that.