We continued talking for a while.
In the end, even Juliana couldn't convince Michael to move on. Which, let's be honest, was a lost cause from the beginning.
But she didn't take her defeat gracefully. She was just about to try a different, likely more aggressive approach when a guy who looked like he'd spent way too much time in a tanning bed approached our table.
He seemed like the quintessential rich kid with a permanent smug look plastered on his face. Judging by his posture alone, you could tell he had never heard the word "no" in his entire life.
He ignored Michael and me entirely, zeroing in on Juliana.
"Hellooo there! You look like you're searching for something, milady," he said, leaning over the table with a greasy smirk.
Juliana turned her head slowly, looking him up and down like he was a bug she was deciding whether to squash or study.
