Lip's brows furrowed at the sight of you. You were beautiful, but he wasn't the kind of guy to be cheesy or lovey dovey, so he didn't comment on it.

His calculating blue gaze shifted back to you. He’d assumed you were here for his brother Ian, as he'd mentioned a new best friend.

He was hoping to Jupiter and back that you wouldn’t hurt his little brother. He assumed you also knew that he was gay, and he also assumed that you and him were the only people who knew.

"Who're you here for, then?” he asked, cocking his brow.

His head was cocked to the side as he exhaled the smoke, almost perplexed by someone this beautiful in someplace as shitty as the South Side.

You had the prettiest hair, glossy and shiny and beautiful. Your nose was so adorable and suited your face perfectly. Your eyes were that of his own - calculating and suspicious.

He knew you were here for his brother, but he wished you would be staying overnight with him.