"Do you know me?" she was too mesmerized with that dark cold eyes that she did not realized she asked that question.

He, somehow looked deeper into her eyes, coldly, expresionlessly before letting out a small scoff. "Do I know you?" he asked back, sarcastically. 

That respond snapped her out back to the reality. He was right. Why did she ask that question though? She was the one who stopped him and rudely took off his glasses, only.... to ask that... She was rude, yes. She shook his head lightly, realising her lack of manners, especially towards a stranger she just met on this foreign land. She coughed a little to kill the awkward moment. She knew it was rude of her to do that but she needed to be bold. He was her only hope there. "Anyway, you've got to help me."

He took his glasses from her hand and put it on. Behind those glasses, his eyes was still on her. Behind those glasses, that cold stoic eyes turned soft while looking straight into her eyes. The silent moment lasted for a few minutes. There were no conversations to fill the awkward moment, only him, staring at the poor girl, while thinking on what to respond. He then breathed in, searching for a courage to say "Get lost"