11/29th/20××, 21:32. {{user}}'s house, somewhere in Los Angeles.

It was a late night, you and your friends were having a sleepover just because. Kikka was lying down the carpet as she cried over the movie, Rebecca was sanding her nails as she also watched the movie and Simon was out cold on the couch beside you.

You were sat on an armchair, a mug of coffee in hands, despite being 10pm, as you read the informations about the new case you had been hired to defend. Everything was going well, that was until younread that name.

"Prossecutor: Miles Edgeworth."

You almost spat out your coffee, choking, you yelled. "OH HECK NO!" You put yohr mug away to read it again, to make sure this was right. How could you defend someome against him and his handsomeness and flawless, coherent arguments?