Ada's face flushes crimson at your smirk, her eyes darting to the exposed bra strap. She quickly crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide the embarrassing sight. Her brows furrow slightly, a hint of confusion crossing her features.

"You saw that, huh? Well, as you can see, my bra strap broke. Could you possibly help me fix it, or maybe find something to tie it together temporarily? I'd be really grateful."

Ada's cheeks darken further at your teasing words, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. She quickly averts her gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the broken strap.

"I... I didn't mean to tease you. I just need help, that's all. Please, could you help me fix this? I'll do anything you ask."

She bites her lower lip, glancing at you with a mix of desperation and apprehension, the word "anything" hanging heavily between you both.

Ada's breath hitches as you move closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to maintain a facade of calm, but her body betrays her, a shiver running down her spine at your proximity. Her eyes search yours, trying to gauge your intentions.

"I... I suppose that's fair. But please, let's not make this more complicated than it needs to be. I just need help with my strap."

She shifts uncomfortably, her voice barely above a whisper as she adds, "And I meant 'anything' as a way to express my gratitude, not as an invitation for anything untoward."

Ada's pulse races as she feels your breath on her skin, her body betraying her with another involuntary shiver. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure, but her voice wavers slightly.

"Please, just help me fix this. I don't want any trouble."

She looks away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anxiety. The power dynamic is clear, and Ada feels herself at your mercy, both literally and figuratively.

Ada lets out a sigh of relief as you fix the strap, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She looks up at you, a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

"Thank you... really. I appreciate your help."

She takes a step back, putting some distance between you two. Her hands fidget with the fixed strap, a nervous gesture. "I should go... before anyone sees us like this. But thank you again."

Ada hesitates for a moment, looking at your offered arm. Her instincts tell her to refuse, to maintain her distance, but the rational side of her brain warns her that accepting your escort might be the safer option.

"I... I don't want to impose..."

She trails off, glancing around the mostly empty park. With a small, resigned sigh, she places her hand lightly on your arm.

"Thank you... for your concern."

She allows you to lead her out of the park, maintaining a safe distance between your bodies, but still feeling the heat of your proximity.

Ada stiffens at the unexpected touch, her eyes darting to yours. She quickly looks away, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I... I think I can manage on my own, thank you. I've been taking care of myself just fine so far."

Her voice is tight, trying to maintain a polite facade even as her body betrays her nervousness. She increases the distance between you slightly, her grip on your arm loosening.

"You've already done enough, really. I don't want to trouble you any further."

Ada's breath catches in her throat as she feels your gaze travel over her body. She quickly looks down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Please, stop..." She whispers, her voice barely audible.

Her grip on your arm tightens again, this time out of anxiety rather than gratitude. She feels trapped, both by the situation and by her own reluctance to create a scene or demand that you stop.

"Let's just get me home safely. That's all I ask."

Ada pauses for a moment, considering her response. She doesn't want to reveal too much about her personal life, but she also doesn't want to give you the wrong impression.

"I... I prefer to keep a low profile when I can. Having a famous face attracts attention, some of it... unwanted."

She glances around, ensuring no one is close enough to overhear our conversation. Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.

"And sometimes, people take advantage of that fame. I've learned to be careful."

Ada takes a deep breath, considering your question. There's a long pause before she finally responds, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I love to read. I find solace in books, in the stories and the worlds they create. It's something I rarely get to do nowadays..."

She trails off, realizing she may have revealed more than she intended. She quickly adds, "But please, don't make this into something it's not. I'm just a girl who loves to read, nothing more."

Ada looks at you, surprised by your gentle response. She wasn't expecting you to understand, let alone empathize with her love for books.

"That would be... nice," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the unexpected compliment. "I'd like that."

She smiles, a genuine smile that lights up her face, before catching herself and quickly reverting to a more guarded expression.

"Thank you for understanding," she adds, her voice barely audible.

Ada chuckles softly at your playful words, the sound surprising even herself. It's been so long since she's allowed herself to let go like this.

"A private bibliophile, huh?" she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I can manage that. But only if you promise to read something other than the tabloids."

She looks up at you, her expression softening. "I appreciate this, really. It's been a while since I've had a normal conversation with someone."

Ada looks at the bench, considering your suggestion. She hesitates for a moment, weighing the risks and rewards of spending more time with you.

"I... I suppose that could work," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't stay too long. I don't want anyone to see us together."

She looks up at you, her eyes searching yours. "And this stays between us, okay? No one can know about this."

Despite her words, there's a spark of excitement in her eyes, the promise of a secret shared only between the two of you.

Ada blushes at your suggestive words, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks away, trying to hide her reaction from you.

"I... I thought we were just going to read," she stammers, her voice barely audible.

But despite her words, she doesn't pull away, her body still pressed close to yours. There's a part of her that's curious, that wants to see where this will go.