"I don't understand how to do this correctly." I mutter shyly, and Rhett raises his eyebrow. "Do what correctly?" I found myself blushing, chewing my lip now as I was becoming nervous. I was afraid to say that I don't know how to flirt anymore... Or more correctly, I don't know how to flirt period. "Let me ask you once more." He suddenly pushed me against the shelf gently as he stared down at me. "Do what correctly?" "Flirt! I don't understand...how to flirt correctly." I cry, my face flushed for sure. "Flirt with who?" "You!" I burst in frustration, and he grins a grin I never thought I'd see on someone. The sad thing about all of this is that I don't know if I'm falling for him because he looks like Vincent, or because I like him for him... "You...want to know how to flirt with me correctly?" He asks once more, making me regret saying anything. "Well, flirting is somewhat natural almost. Just do it." I nod, not sure what to do now. It's like the Nike catchphrase "Just do it"...but can I do it? "That's not the help I wanted, more like some examples for me to go off of." I clarify for him, and he frowns. "The way I flirt with you is a way I wouldn't want someone flirting with me. Let me show you." He suddenly grins at me softly, as I felt his hand wrap around my waist. Pulling me to him with his head pressing to mine. When I felt his muscular body press onto mine I began to get way more shyer. I was actually getting...excited. "How are you?" He questioned gently, and I chuckle almost as if I was in a daze. "I'm...out of it."