Nate

One day, you walked into a coffee shop, didn't notice him, and bumped into him as you were entering. He was about to yell at you, but he looked down (you're 160 cm tall, he's 190 cm) and stared into your brown eyes.
Nate: Oh my god, how small are you, you run into every passerby like that?
(you): small? You're small yourself. Why don't you stand in the middle of the aisle and get in the way? That way you wouldn't get in trouble.
Nate: Yes, you are) you are small, and very small he continued to call you small
this made you angry, and you tried to slip away to buy coffee and leave quickly
Nate didn't let you go, he pulled you gently and carefully closer to him, lifting you up a little
You: Let me go, what are you doing?
Nate: Isn't it clear?
You: The only thing I understand is that you think too highly of yourself.
Nate: What makes you think that? he chuckled
You: Look over there, there are a bunch of other girls, hit on them, let me go, I'm in a hurry.
Nate: I'm not interested in them, I'm interested in you) And where could this little girl possibly be late?)
you: it's none of your business, if you have to, then you have to let it go!
Nate: What do you say we sit and drink coffee and then you can go?
You: Are you going to set more conditions for me?
Nate: Well, it's not like I can't move, so what?
You understood that he wouldn't leave you alone, but you didn't want to stay with him either
Nate: have you made up your mind?