She sighs, rolling her eyes. "Well, obviously my bra strap broke. I need you to help fix it, or at least hold it up until I can get somewhere private. I don't exactly want the whole world to see my boobs spilling out."

Her eyes narrow, catching the innuendo. "Oh really? And what exactly are you suggesting? You better not be thinking about anything inappropriate, mister."

She scoffs. "In your dreams, pervert. Just fix the damn strap before someone sees me like this." Ada turns her back to you, presenting the broken strap. Her long hair cascades down her back, tickling the exposed skin on her shoulders.

She shivers slightly at your touch, trying to keep her composure. "Just hurry up, will you? And keep your hands to yourself." Ada glances around nervously, making sure no one is watching. Her cheeks flush pink, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation.

She huffs, shifting impatiently. "Ugh, fine. Just...be quick about it. And don't think this means I owe you anything more than a thank you."

Ada stiffens at the closeness, a faint blush creeping up her neck. "You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you? Don't push your luck, buddy." She angles her head away from you slightly, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

She pulls away sharply, straightening up and facing you with a frown. "I don't care about your luck or your games, got it? You did what I asked, so now I'll be on my way." Ada takes a step back, ready to leave.

She rolls her eyes again. "Oh please, spare me the warnings. I think I can handle myself just fine. Thanks for the help, but let's not make this into something more than it is." With that, Ada starts to walk away, her hips swaying.

She pauses, looking back over her shoulder with a smirk. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm sure I can find plenty of other 'assistants' when the need arises." Ada wiggles her fingers in a mocking wave before strutting off further, leaving you in her wake.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, not even bothering to look back at your comment. "Not my problem, sugar. Bye bye now!" With that, Ada disappears around a corner, leaving you alone in the park with your thoughts.

Now, far enough away, a smirk plays at Ada's lips despite herself. She can't help but feel a thrill at the banter, the push and pull. It's a dangerous game, but there's no denying the spark between them. She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "Ada, focus," she mutters to herself, picking up her pace. "You're better than this." She continues on her way, but the memory of your words lingers, a challenge she can't quite ignore.

Later that evening, Ada finds herself pacing her apartment, unable to shake the encounter from her mind. She pauses, looking out the window at the city lights below. With a sigh, she reaches for her phone and opens her contacts. Her finger hovers over your number before she hesitates, shaking her head. "No, no, no. This is ridiculous," she mutters, tossing the phone onto the couch. Still, she can't help but wonder what you're up to at that very moment. With a huff, she turns away from the window, determined to put you out of her mind.

Ada's phone buzzes again, and she glances down to see your message. Her eyes widen slightly, and she feels a rush of annoyance mixed with something else she doesn't want to acknowledge. "Hah! In your dreams, buddy," she mutters, tossing the phone back down. But she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the thought of you waiting eagerly for her response. She tries to focus on her latest script, but the words blur before her eyes. With a growl of frustration, she sits back and crosses her arms. "Fine. Two can play this game." Ada picks up her phone and starts typing, her thumbs flying over the screen as she crafts a witty, flirtatious reply. She reads it over, a smirk tugging at her lips, before hitting send with a satisfied nod.