Drive || B.C ||

| four |

"So, you have a song?"

"No" He states, his lips staying in that "O" shape for a few awkward seconds.

His hands in his lap and his fingers nervously picking at his whitening knuckles.

I could work with that, Swiveling my chair back to face my PC.

Searching through the many demos of mine, "Do you have a beat or lyrics?"

"I have both. Not a specific one in mind if that's what you mean."

"Do you have a rough idea of the course of the song you want?"

"The chorus?" He repeats with a tilt of his head.

"No, the course. Like what do you want the song to be about? Sex, love, drugs, money, fame" I read off a few of the many things artists usually had me write about.

"Definitely not the third" muttering under his breath as he leaned back and crossed his arms. His hat was tipped so low it probably hid the roll of his eyes.

"Well, when you figure it out, let me know."

Pushing one earbud into my ear, pressing play on one demo before skipping to the next.

Bang Chan follows suit, pulling out his own lap too and tangled headphones.

This silent work goes on for a rough hour until the sweet lullaby of my phone reverberates around the studio.

Tugging out my earbuds with a sigh as I can already guess the caller.

"Seth?" Replying boredly into the phone.

"Valentine, my love. Will you do me a favor."

"No" I immediately hung up, going back to grab my earbuds when my phone rang once more.

I could feel his eyes on me, probably peeking up from beneath his hat trying to be discreet.

So, instead of suspiciously silencing my phone, I answer it once again.

"Don't hang up on me again."

"What do you want."

"Pick up my dry-cleaning."

"No."

"And go show that boy around town, his manager requested."

"No" hanging up once more, moving to set my phone to do-not-disturb.

Before I could silence the world, Seth sends a photo file.

Knowing it could be anything, I opened it.

A blush creeps onto my cheeks as I'm met with a far shot of Johnny leaned against my pink McLaren. His face lingering near mine, a lighter in his hand flickering to life the cigarette in mine.

Seems I was going to be running some errands with the stranger beside me.

Saving my untouched files before powering off my PC.

Looking up at me, confusion written across his features as he watches me stretch.

Closing his thick laptop, dropping his headphones around his neck.

"Are we done?" His voice is soft, knee bouncing.

"I need to run some errands, thinking you could use a view of the city."

Grabbing my tote bag off the small black sofa, double checking all my belongings.

Interrupting my thoughts, gesturing towards his own belongings "Can I bring mine?"

"Maybe you'll get inspiration" responding with a nod of my head paired with my bored tone.