Messing with the friend

John kept writing.

The woman's friend will look over and see me, and think I am the sexiest man alive. She will flirt with me and do anything to get me to have sex with her.

The friend looked over to John's table, saw him, and blushed. She then made her way over.

"Hello." she said. "I'm Monica."

"John Doe," John said, bored.

Monica could tell John wasn't interested in her. "So, um, do you like my outfit?"

"It's nice, I guess."

"W-well, what would get you to like it more?"