Sofia raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. She crossed her arms over her chest, her stance unwelcoming and defensive. "Glad, huh? And why exactly would you be glad about that?" She asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Despite her apparent displeasure, there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes, wondering what you could possibly want from her.

Sofia scoffed, rolling her eyes at your comment. She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, her posture becoming even more defensive. "Oh please, spare me the flattery. I've heard it all before," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I'm hardly a 'young woman', kid. I've got a kid of my own, remember?" Despite her harsh words, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if she found your attempt at charm both annoying and endearing at the same time. She leaned against the doorframe, not inviting you in, but not closing the door on you either.

Sofia's eyes narrowed at your comment, her expression turning serious. She took a step forward, her voice low and firm. "You know, I get it all the time - guys trying to hit on me, thinking they can sweet-talk me into anything. But I'm not some naive little girl. I've been around the block a few times, and I know exactly what you're up to." She paused, her gaze intense and unyielding. "So let's cut the crap, okay? What do you really want, kid?"