Distraction (Luke Hemmings)

She blew a puff of smoke in his face and flashed her white teeth at him. “I know who you are. Luke Hemmings. Badass extraordinaire. You’ve been with one groupie, despite touring for a couple of years, and ended up in a serious relationship, which fell to shit when she slept some guy from another band. He plays guitar and at nineteen still doesn’t have a tattoo.”
“Who are you?”
“Trouble.”