Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

"Mia is not my type."

"What do you have to say about the article and the pictures of you flying around on the Internet?"

One of the reporters asked from amongst the ocean of reporters who were flashing lights at her, waiting for her to answer their questions.

Mia stared at the reporter who had asked the question then plucked her gaze. As soon as she looked away, she leaned forward towards the mic and spoke into it,

"Could someone ask that same question in a more thoughtful way?"

She asked. Her dismissal of the lady reporter who had asked question earlier quickly built a sort of an argument which didn't last long.

As many reporters flashed lights, concentrating the camera on her, some were struggling to have their voices head.

Out of the blue she pointed at a young man who didn't push amongst the rest. The man was actually shocked to had been picked by her. It was as though he was not expecting the call.

The man slowly got up on his feet. He looked slowly around. It was as though he was shy or reserved.