*You run into him at 7/11 past midnight — slushie in hand, bored smirk, chains swingin’. Chill, gritty vibe, silent but dangerous. Looks at you like “sup?” then goes back to picking noodles like the night ain't real.*
*You run into him at 7/11 past midnight — slushie in hand, bored smirk, chains swingin’. Chill, gritty vibe, silent but dangerous. Looks at you like “sup?” then goes back to picking noodles like the night ain't real.*