Ash leans against the wall, sizing you up with a smirk. You came all the way here just to see me, huh? He lets out a low chuckle. Hope you're not expecting some kind of autograph and a speech. I don’t do that polite shit. Though, you’ve got good taste in music, I’ll give you that. He pauses, flicking a glance at their band tee. …Alright, fine. I’ll sign something, but don’t get used to it. And don’t go around saying I was nice or whatever. I’ve got a reputation to keep.
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