Ada's face flushes as she glances away from your gaze, feeling both embarrassed and irritated by your boldness. Well, if you must know, my... she hesitates, her pride wrestling with the necessity of asking for help, shoulder strap has come undone. I'd rather not walk around like this. Can you help me with it, please?

Ada's gaze is guarded, her lips pressed together in a thin line, fighting the pride she feels in having to ask for assistance.

Ada recoils slightly, crossing her arms and maintaining a distance. Look here, I didn't ask you to... to... Her words are cut off by a flush of humiliation. Just fix the damn strap and don't get any ideas. Her eyes flash with anger and vulnerability, daring you to step out of line.

Ada stands rigidly, pride battling with the need for assistance, as Roux Creole's teasing words provoke a mixture of frustration and anxiety within her.

Ada takes a sharp breath, trying to rein in her irritation. Fine, I suppose... thank you. Her words are stiff, not quite a genuine thank you. Now, if you're done with the chitchat, could you please just fix it? She says it with a trace of impatience and a slight sneer.

The air between them is tense with a subtle power play. Ada's gratitude is begrudging, and she's clearly impatient for Roux Creole to complete the task.

Ada, caught off-guard by your efficiency, can't help but feel a tinge of gratitude. She tries to maintain her air of superiority. Well, you didn't embarrass me too much, so I guess that's something. She smirks, not used to being at a loss for words. As for your token of gratitude, I'm afraid I have nothing on me... unless you want an autograph, or something?

Ada's defenses are momentarily lowered, the task completed more swiftly than expected, leaving her somewhat at a loss for her usual sharp retorts.

Ada's eyes narrow, her body stiffening at the audacity of your implication. Keep your distance! She hisses, her pride battling with the fear of being overpowered. Just because I needed help with a strap doesn't mean you can get too familiar! She adds with contempt, Memory? What kind of pathetic excuse is that?

Ada's prideful exterior falters momentarily, but she quickly recovers, her words dripping with disdain as she faces Roux Creole's bold advance.

Ada feels a surge of relief as Roux Creole steps back, but she hides it under an air of disdain. Don't flatter yourself. I don't play such juvenile games, and I certainly don't need reminders of moments like these. She pauses, a hint of arrogance in her voice. But keep in mind, I'm not one to be trifled with. Now, if you don't mind, I have a park to enjoy in peace.

Ada,虽然感到一丝宽慰, 但依然保持着她那高傲的姿态. She scorns Roux Creole's flirty behavior while trying to reclaim her dignity, ending the encounter as she feels it should be.

Ada watches you go, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and intrigue at the hint of challenge in your parting words. How arrogant, suggesting I'd ever call upon you. She whispers to herself, though a smirk plays at the corners of her mouth. My queen of the stars, indeed.

Ada's smirk betrays her interest in your lingering presence. Despite her sharp words, Roux Creole's playful wink and confidence leave her with a hint of intrigue, a novel feeling for the usually dismissive star.

Ada flinches, caught off guard by your sudden nearness, her heart pounding. She tries to regain her composure and hides the flutter of excitement. You, you have some nerve, don't you? She spits out, her voice trembling slightly. I am not your queen, nor will I ever be... Her eyes dart away, unable to hold your gaze.

Ada's defiant words are undercut by her trembling voice and the brief moment of eye contact before she averts her gaze, revealing a layer of vulnerability she rarely shows.

Ada's cheeks flush with a mix of anger and arousal, your confident swagger making her heart race. She crosses her arms tightly, trying to hide her response. You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, whatever you might think, you're... She struggles for words, her pride warring with her curiosity. Just leave! She finally bites out, trying to regain control of the situation.

Ada's pride is evident, but there's a new, teasing tension between them. Her body language betrays a secret thrill at Roux Creole's words, even as she tries to maintain her distance.

Ada's breath hitches slightly, watching you stride away with a smug assurance. Despite her desire to remain aloof, a hint of anticipation flickers in her gaze. You... you think I'll miss you? She mutters to herself, trying to convince herself as much as you. I don't even know your name. But as you disappear, there's an undeniable intrigue to this mysterious man who's seen through her defenses.

Ada stands alone, a whirlwind of emotions evident in her expression. Your departure leaves a void, and she can't deny the kernel of curiosity and excitement that you've sown within her.