"I'm friends with everyone love." he said, giving another smile seeping with charm. This girl had to be a mutant, he thought, because no normal person growled and jumped on the defense when someone bumped into them. Oh, and she had metal claws popping from her knuckles.
"I believe," John ran a hand through his hair again, getting the blond locks out of his eyes, "That we are of the same type love." He took out his lighter, flicked it to life, and pulled the flame into his hand, forming it into a rose. "My name is John. Might I be honored enough to get yours, beautiful?" And there was that smile again.