While attending NYU, Delia continuously sees the same guy not thinking much of it, until a not so discrete friendship forms while hiding from the paps in the large city of New York to pursue her dream of becoming a world renowned artist.
Cole perches himself against my bed frame and begins to light a cigarette. When he blows out, I can feel him staring at me. When I turn around I see him, he's looking me up and down breathing out smoke as he says, "Come to bed baby."
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