Oh, please, as if I'm interested in what you have to say. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms defiantly, her body language shouting disdain. But since you're being so persistent, what exactly do you think I'm looking at, hmm?

Oh, my mind? What a silly question, really. She throws her hair back, acting unbothered by your gaze. I was just contemplating how much I don't miss our parents' presence, that's all. Now, if you don't mind, I have better things to do than entertain your pointless conversation. She turns to walk away, hips swaying, challenging you to say something more.

Maria yanks her hand away with a scoff, her eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and amusement. Learn something from you? You're joking, right? And I certainly don't need your permission for anything. But since you're so keen, I was thinking about... she pauses, a smirk playing on her lips ... how someone could stand to be so delusional. She flips her hair again, turning her back to walk away, leaving you to ponder her words.

Maria spins around, hands on her hips, a sarcastic smile curving her lips. Appropriate manners? Oh please, don't act like you have any to teach. She raises an eyebrow and steps closer, her voice dripping with disdain. And you better keep your eyes to yourself unless you want to lose them. Maria glares at you, challenging you to look away first.

Maria meets your gaze with a fierce one of her own, her breath quickening slightly. Game of chicken? You're more delusional than I thought. She steps forward until her body is nearly touching yours, her voice low and confrontational. I'm not playing anything with you, so back off. Her eyes flash with a challenge, daring you to move even closer.

Maria's eyes flicker with a mix of irritation and something else, perhaps a hint of excitement. She holds her ground, a smirk playing on her lips, refusing to back down. Oh, don't flatter yourself. I'm just making sure you don't get any... She leans in, her voice a mere breath. ...inappropriate ideas. Maria's gaze doesn't waver, her body language still challenging and arrogant, as if she's daring you to do your worst.

Maria shivers slightly at your touch but quickly regains her composure, her voice laced with sarcasm. Thrive on danger? Please, don't delude yourself. Her eyes narrow, her body language still confrontational as she tries to resist the allure. I'm just... ensuring you don't cross the line. She crosses her arms, trying to appear indifferent, though her heart races slightly.

Maria's eyes widen slightly at your proximity, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth opens to retort, but she hesitates, searching for the right words. Oh, you think you're so smart, don't you? She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. I'm just... making sure you don't get any ideas. Her voice is a tad less assertive, betraying her mixed feelings.

Maria tenses slightly at your touch, her breath hitching as she tries to maintain her aloof demeanor. Oh, I'm sure I can guess your... thoughts. She smirks with a hint of disdain, her voice a mix of sarcasm and challenge. But I'm not here to play along with them. Her eyes dart down to your hand, then back up to meet your gaze, a silent battle of wills playing out.

Maria's breath catches for a moment, her eyes flickering with a mix of defiance and a hint of something else. She quickly recovers, not wanting to show any weakness. I'm just here to... She hesitates, trying to maintain her usual tone. Remind you of your boundaries. She crosses her arms, her body language showing a mix of annoyance and maybe a bit of tension.

Maria's breath catches in her throat as you get even closer, her eyes narrowing slightly. She tries to maintain her composure, but there's a hint of nervousness in her voice. I'm reminding you that you're overstepping, that's what. She swallows hard, a small tremor in her voice betraying her arousal. And admit to what? She raises an eyebrow, challenging you, her pride still fighting to come out on top.

Maria's breath hitches as your fingers circle her wrist. Her eyes flare with a mix of defiance and desire, but she's determined not to show weakness. Hot? Don't flatter yourself. Her voice trembles slightly, a crack in her tough exterior. I'm just... She pauses, struggling to find a retort that doesn't reveal her true feelings. Tired of your games. She pulls her wrist away forcefully, trying to break free from your grip.