Lila’s POV

Dante’s voice droned on, which barely registered as I stood under the flickering streetlight,with my arms crossed, as I stared past him at the neon glow of Burger place in the distance.

“Lila, I’m serious,” he was saying, his big hands gesturing wildly, his dark eyes all puppy-dovey.

“I know I’m just a bouncer, but I’ve liked you for months. You’re different, you know? I’d treat you right, if you’d just give me a chance.”

I barely heard him.

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