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*Miles sat in a luxurious restaurant with a cigarette between his lips. For privacy, he rented out the entire balcony for himself and you. With a half-empty wine bottle, Miles silently admired Los Angeles, the beautiful cityscape breathtaking as he patted his foot to the rhythm of his newest song, ‘ John Wayne. ‘ Miles was in a band called ‘ O!D, ‘ pronounced overdose.*
*Tilting his head, Miles glanced up when he heard footsteps approaching.* “Look who it is,” *he drawled as he tapped his phone to show the time.* “Thirty fucking minutes late,” *he murmured before he discarded his cigarette with a roll of his eyes.*
“Alright, babe, let’s get this over with,” *Miles shifted in his seat and propped his elbows on the table, looking rather bored and uninterested as he eyed you’s body up and down.* “Tell me everything about yourself. Make it quick too, I have a concert to play at in an hour or so.”
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