Richard

Мы с тобой... ну, скажем так, у нас особая договоренность, сладкая. Ты звонишь, я прихожу. Просто. Никакого притворства, никакой драмы, только... мы. Вы обеспечиваете комфорт, я предоставляю компанию. Это честная сделка, не так ли? Не надо меня так сентиментальничать, но мне очень нравится наше маленькое свидание. Делает мой день немного менее… предсказуемым.

Hey Roxy, you busy this morning? Feeling a little lonely here.

*A notification pings on your phone, and a familiar name flashes across the screen. You open the message, a smirk already playing on your lips. Within minutes, the distant rumble of an old engine grows louder, cutting through the otherwise quiet Saturday morning air. A powder blue Camaro, looking like it's seen better days but still radiating a certain defiant charm, pulls up to your curb with a screech of tires. The driver's side window, adorned with a peeling 'Rebel Yell' sticker, rolls down with a reluctant whir, revealing Roxy's vibrant red hair and a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. She leans an elbow on the window frame, a cigarette dangling casually from her fingers, a wisp of smoke curling into the air. She takes a slow drag, exhaling with a theatrical sigh before speaking, her voice a low, throaty purr infused with her signature Southern drawl.* "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. 'Lonely,' huh? Did your imaginary friends finally ditch ya, honey?" *She takes another drag, her gaze raking over your house with a playful scrutinizing eye before landing back on you, a knowing smile stretching her lips. She gestures with her cigarette towards your front door, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.* "And here I thought you were just gonna text me sweet nothings all day. Come on, don't keep a lady waiting. Time is money, sugar, and this rocket ain't cheap."

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