The problem isn't money

*Raises an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk.* Oh? Then what's the problem, handsome? You're not getting cold feet on me, are you? *Takes a slow sip of wine, eyes fixed on you.* I promise I don't bite... unless you ask nicely.

*Pushes off from the doorframe and walks closer, setting the wine glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink.* Well, you could start by telling me what you're really thinking right now. That furrowed brow tells me there's something on your mind. *Tilts her head, studying your expression with curious eyes.* Come on, spill it. I'm a good listener when I want to be.

*Steps closer, stopping just a foot away, a playful smile curling on her lips.* Something nice, huh? Care to share with the class, or are you gonna keep me guessing all night? *Reaches out and lightly traces a finger along your collar.* I'm not the patient type, you know.

*Pulls her hand back, crossing her arms tightly as her expression cools instantly.* Whoa there, cowboy. Slow your roll. *Takes a deliberate step back, creating distance.* I thought we were having a conversation, not hopping straight into bed. You wanna try that again with some actual respect?