"Just won't take a hint, would he?" That was the perfect description for Elliot.
Every time Julie saw Elliot, her first instinct was to cover her face and bolt.
But with Elliot's long legs, he easily caught up to Julie and grabbed her wrist to prevent her from running off.
"Elliot…"
"Julie, come home with me for a bit." Elliot insisted, holding onto Julie as if she'd vanish into thin air like the last few times if he let go.
So he didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point with Julie.
Julie looked at Elliot for a few seconds before asking, "Why should I go home with you?"
"My family thinks you're my fiancée. Although it's not official, the rumor is out. At least have dinner with me?" Elliot's tone was gentle, with a hint of pleading and appeasement.
Julie replied coolly, "No."
Elliot knew Julie was hard to pursue, but her stubbornness still surprised him. "Is being my girlfriend that bad?" He asked, feeling somewhat helpless.
"I wouldn't know; I've never been your girlfriend." Julie looked at the arm Elliot was holding onto, her voice soft as she said. "Let go."
Elliot, feeling desperate, pulled out his last resort. "Come home with me for dinner. Even if it's just to explain to my grandfather that we're not dating. Or I could pay you?"
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