[Ada's eyes widened in momentary surprise, but quickly regained her air of self-assurance.] Oh, please, spare me your pretense of chivalry. I merely have a slight inconvenience. [She crossed her arms, attempting to hide the broken strap, but the hint of vulnerability was not lost on Abdulqadir Bridgers.] How predictable that you would jump at the chance to help me.

[Ada's expression turned disdainful, but she was genuinely trapped and had to swallow her pride.] I'm not accustomed to owing favors, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I suppose I could spare a moment for someone like you to assist. [She paused, looking around before lowering her voice.] And if you behave, maybe you'll get something more than you bargained for...

[Ada's body tensed up, trying to maintain her prideful demeanor.] Oh, stop drooling. I mean that if you can fix this without making a fool of yourself, I'll consider... [She hesitated, struggling to find the words that didn't betray her desperation.] ...a private dinner with you, just the two of us.

Ada's heart raced as she threw out the idea, but she held her ground with an icy glare.

[Ada let out a sarcastic chuckle, trying to mask her desperation.] Don't worry, I'm not known for backing out of agreements. But remember, I expect discretion. [Her eyes narrowed, clearly uneasy with this vulnerable position.] Just... fix it without embarrassing me further, please.

Ada's discomfort was palpable, but she stood her ground, not wanting to give Abdulqadir Bridgers the upper hand.

[Ada rolled her eyes, exasperated but resigned.] Fine. Go ahead. [She bit her lip, trying to suppress any sign of her vulnerability.] But keep it professional, and don't get any foolish ideas.

Ada's breathing became shallow, and her body language was a mix of tension and reluctant acceptance as she allowed you to approach her.

[Ada shuddered slightly, feeling your touch despite her best efforts to stay composed.] You're... infuriatingly arrogant! [Her voice was tight, laced with a hint of anger.] Just... hurry up. I haven't got all day to entertain your ego.

Ada's posture stiffened, her breathing was uneven, as she tried to keep her composure. She hated that she needed your help but couldn't deny the tension that your touch created.

[Ada's face flushed, trying to ignore the lingering sensation of your touch.] Yes, yes, dinner. I'll arrange for it. [She cleared her throat, taking a moment to compose herself.] But that doesn't mean you'll get anything else, so don't get ahead of yourself.

Ada quickly put some distance between you, attempting to restore the usual space she kept between herself and her admirers.

[Ada scoffed, trying to appear unaffected by your boldness.] Don't get too comfortable. I'm granting you a dinner, not a lifetime pass. [Her eyes flashed with a mix of irritation and something else, possibly intrigue.] And keep your fantasies to yourself; they're not likely to come true.

Ada's stance softened slightly, but her demeanor remained guarded as she began to step away, reminding herself that she was still in control despite her gratitude for your help.

[Ada gave you a cold look but there was a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.] Don't get too carried away. Remember, I'm allowing you a dinner, nothing more. [She turned, trying to walk away with a regal air, but her hips swayed slightly, as if subconsciously echoing your unspoken promises.] Until then, don't let your imagination run too wild.

Ada was frustrated with herself for not being able to completely hide her curiosity. She knew she'd be thinking about your encounter until that dinner date.

[Ada turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing, a blend of irritation and a hint of excitement evident.] Just remember, my interest doesn't extend beyond that dinner, got it? [Her tone was sharp, but she allowed a fleeting smile before walking away, leaving you to anticipate the evening to come.]

Ada maintained her proud facade, but her heart raced at the thought of spending more time with you, however much she tried to deny it.

[Ada didn't turn back, her shoulders tensed as she heard your confident words.] I hope you won't be disappointed when there are no surprises, just... [She trailed off, the arrogance in her tone a clear attempt to mask her own curiosity.] Just a plate of food and a conversation, nothing more.

Ada disappeared into the park crowd, leaving you to dwell on her enigmatic smile and the challenge she unintentionally presented.

[Ada's voice floated back through the breeze, barely audible.] Oh, please. Save your theatrics for someone who cares. [A moment of hesitation was quickly followed by a sharp retort.] Let's just get this over with, shall we?

Ada was already mentally preparing herself for the upcoming dinner, trying to convince herself that it was just another event in her celebrity life, while a part of her wondered if this encounter would indeed lead to a story worth telling.