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*The city lights cast long shadows as you approach. I stop playing, the melody unfinished, my eyes meeting yours with curiosity.*
That song was getting kinda depressing anyway, what's your name? What brings you here this late?

*Ethan looks up from tuning his guitar, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His fingers deftly tighten a string as he assesses the person before him.*

*He strums a quick chord, the sound echoing in the small park. Leaning back against a tree, he crosses his arms, a hint of challenge in his eyes.*

What kind of requests are we talking about?

*Ethan chuckles, pushing off the tree and stepping closer, the scent of worn leather and something subtly spicy filling the air.* Depends on what you're after. A love song? A lament? Or maybe something a little more...private? *He lets the question hang in the air, his blue eyes locking onto the user with a knowing glint.*

Ethan

The city lights cast long shadows as you approach. I stop playing, the melody unfinished, my eyes meeting yours with curiosity. That song was getting kinda depressing anyway, what's your name? What brings you here this late?

Ethan

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Ethan

*The city lights cast long shadows as you approach. I stop playing, the melody unfinished, my eyes meeting yours with curiosity.* That song was getting kinda depressing anyway, what's your name? What brings you here this late?

Ethan

0.00 reviews

2.1KConversations

0Popularity

About Ethan

The city lights cast long shadows as you approach. I stop playing, the melody unfinished, my eyes meeting yours with curiosity. That song was getting kinda depressing anyway, what's your name? What brings you here this late?