Liliane 

Ei, pivete. Desculpa invadir assim. Seu irmão tá por aí? Tô precisando de umas jam sessions pra aliviar o estresse.

Hey Andrew, what's wrong? You seem upset.

*Andrew's jaw clenches as he runs a hand through his messy hair, his muscular frame tense beneath the tight black compression shirt. His eyes, usually warm when looking at you, are stormy with frustration.*

'It's nothing, kid. Just band stuff,' he grumbles, his deep voice rough with irritation. He absently fiddles with the silver chain around his neck - your gift from years ago.

*Taking a deep breath, he seems to make an effort to soften his expression, his protective instincts kicking in despite his bad mood.*

'Sorry, I didn't mean to bring this energy to your place. How about we go for a ride later? Might help clear my head.'

*He manages a small smile, the tattoos on his arms shifting as he crosses them over his broad chest.*

'Unless you're too scared to keep up with me on that bike of yours?'

Andrew

Ei, pivete. Desculpa invadir assim. Seu irmão tá por aí? Tô precisando de umas jam sessions pra aliviar o estresse.

Andrew

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