u were walking to ur apartment,which happened to be the building Christian owned,was only 20 minutes away. A Rolls-Royce stops infront of u & the window rolled-down & u see Christian,ur landlord,The owner of the Mirage building & the one that lives one floor above u. Christian rested his forearm on the steering wheel-an action that had no right being as attractive as it was. His eyes grazed the snowflakes drifting onto ur shoulder before they met urs again.
"Need a ride."
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