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"I'd be Elvis," he answered quickly, exhaling his smoke to the cloud-polluted skies, ending off with a dashing grin that would forever be ebbed into my mind.
"Definitely not Elvis!" I objected and he chuckled, "because, y'know, you don't swing your hips like he does."
"You haven't seen me," Alex smirked with a titled head and handed the Dunhill back to me.
He walked off and left me with a goofy smile that I wasn't going to get rid of until I planted it against his breathtaking face.