Moonlight (Lil Xan)

Chapter Two

Ayy, on my Post Malone shit, now I got my own bitch
Money that I spent so now you know I fuckin' own shit

Austin's call woke me up the next morning at eight. He said he was already at Omar's hotel and we could meet in the café for breakfast. I groaned and accidentally spent a half hour on Instagram instead of getting ready. I rushed out the door 20 minutes later and got in my Uber.

The hotel was massive, and everything in it looked modern and expensive. I spotted Austin and Omar chatting at a table in the café lobby. "Sleeping beauty is finally making a scene," Austin said once I got to the table. I rolled my eyes and introduced myself to Omar.

"Sofia! I've wanted to meet you. Great to meet up in person," Omar spoke in a tone I've heard many times. He wasn't treating me like a regular person or one of his people. He of had to like my music since he wanted to work with me, but was probably still skeptical of my outside appearance. Sometimes I wish I could just look like a regular rapper and not a sixteen-year-old girl. We discussed future songs and other projects we could work on. I told him wanted to go into producing music as well, and he seemed pretty excited that we were going to work together. I got up to get some coffee. Suddenly, I familiar face with sleepy green eyes and wild brown curls tucked underneath a beanie started walking towards me. I mentally panicked I did not feel like meeting Diego right now. I should have suspected he would be here. Should I just pretend not to know who he is? Before having time to think over the pros and cons or blast away. He introduced himself.

"Holy fuck! Sofia, I've been wanting to meet you forever. Your music is amazing, man."

I smiled. "Thanks! Yeah I'm here working with Omar."

"Yeah, I'm rooming with him. You know, we should really try to hang out sometime before I go back on tour. It would be so cool to make a song together," he said.

I decided to change my tone.

"Ah, you think you can hit me up that easy huh. I just met you."

Diego continued to keep a smirk on his face. I got a chance to take a better look at him. He was a lot shorter in person, but still had the same face that made every girl go crazy. He had a sort of feminine appearence with his full lips and long eyelashes, but it worked on him.

"I'm not so sure I want to be talking about fucking bitches in every song," I joked.

He laughed, but I could see a look of embarrassment in his face. "I mean we don't have to talk about that. He paused for a second. He spoke slowly like he was processing every word before speaking, which was kind of beautiful. "We could talk about fucking dudes instead," he bantered.

I raised my eyebrows. "I guess the rumors were true then," I said sarcastically.

He lightly tapped my arm. "Oh ok, if you want to play like that. Well, I'll be joining you guys for breakfast whether you like it or not."

I chuckled, and we went back to the table.

After breakfast, Omar offered for me to go back to their hotel room to chill more.

"Don't offer her anything stronger than weed!" Austin said. They laughed, and we went up to their room. Omar had to take a call, which left Diego and I alone.

I usually hate trying to make small talk with people I just met, but with him it was different. I didn't have to try, and he spoke in the they way Austin did to me. He didn't see me any different than his other friends. We mostly talked about working in the industry and how I got to be so famous. He told me he wishes he could write lyrics like mine but didn't have the talent. It was interesting to hear him talk in person than just behind a screen. It was almost like I wasn't even in living in reality. For a second I thought I caught him staring at me. Maybe the weed had gotten to me.