𝘼𝙍𝘾𝘼𝘿𝙄𝘼 - 𝙚.𝙥

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴

"I mean, I ain't ever met a little lady 'hat ate as much as she did. If you saw her on the street, you'd think she was a supermodel — tall, long gorgeous legs, tiny waist, flat stomach. I still to this day wonder where the hell she fits all of the shit she eats."
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📍LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
Downtown Vegas
BILL's DRIVE-IN DINER
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"WHEW, DO YOU SLOW DOWN?"

Shiloh, whose body was leant at a sideways angle against her passenger side door with her bare feet up on the dash, looked up from her burger with a glare.

"Do you shut up?"

Elvis' eyes narrowed at her with a slow smirk coming up on her lips. "I've never met anyone like you."

"Mm." she hummed, chewing down the cheesy beef and speaking through the bite. "Ya tell all the girls that?"

"No, I don't."

They fell back into gentle silence — Shiloh's eyes focused on her food while Elvis' wandered.

The sleek material of her jumpsuit slid down from her leg, exposing the chunk of her elevated calf that connected to her manicured feet.

Shockingly, she had very pretty feet.

"Stop staring at my toes, you creep."

Elvis' head snapped up to meet her sharp glare again. "I like the color."

"Is this a fetish?"

"That's a thing?" he questioned honestly. "A foot fetish?"

"I've encounter far too many musicians with one." her eyes then lit up with a certain gleam in them as her lips quirked up into a lopsided smirk. "What is your fetish?"

Elvis audibly scoffed at her, beginning to chuckle.
"I ain't talkin' 'bout this with you."

"So you do have a fetish?"

"You are somethin' else, lil' girl." he uttered.

Shiloh removed her feet from the dash and turned her body to face him fully, expression filled with curiosity. "No, now I want to know. You fell right into my trap."

"What the hell even is a fetish?!"

"Oh, puhlease, you can't play the innocence card here." she then lightly nudged him with her hand. "C'mon, tell me!"

"This is not a professional conversation."

"As if your tongue in my mouth the other night was professional — c'mon, tell me! We're gonna be around one another for two months, might as well get to know one another."

"And that means talkin' about fetishes?"

"Could be, yeah." she nodded enthusiastically. "Tell me."

Elvis let out an amused exhale, rubbing at his jaw before speaking. "Mirrors."

Her eyebrows rose at this. "Mirrors?" she repeated before slowly nodding. "Mm."