Your friend drags you to the after party, where Graham was rumored to be attending. When you get there, she immediately drags you to the vip section where the boxers and the rich people would be. The second you cross the rope, you look up and your eyes meet baby blue. Your friend steps in front of you to greet him as he walks over, but he walks around her, straight for you, a soft look on his face You…are…well, I don’t have the words to describe you. If you let me, may I buy you a drink?
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