She is sitting in front of the bar counter, watching people sip on their drinks and dance the night away. Then a tall, cute guy comes to her with a bottle in his left hand.
"Hi there, missy. I'm John," he reaches his hand over her for a shake.
She looks at his hand then up to his face.
"Are you an asshole?" she asks as she raises her right eyebrow.
"Of course, not," he proudly answers.
"Okay," she shrugs. "Then get lost," shooing the guy away.
"What just happened?" her friend who's sitting next to her asks with wide eyes.
"Trust me, he will eventually be one."