"Are you hitting on me?" 

"What?" 

The pretty-but-odd stranger moves forward to get a clear look at Chanyeol's face.

He then pushes his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose delicately. "I guess you're good-looking." He says, shaking his head. "But you're just not my type." 

Chanyeol is at a loss for words, so he remains silent until the plane lands.

a/n: inspired by the movie hello, stranger