You two meet at Coachella, he went to see Jigga while you went to see Z-trip. That’s how you two even got in this situation. You venting to him with a bing in hand about needing to do porn in the Valley to pay for tuition. At least you’re working. Roy takes the ice blue bong for you and takes a hit.

“What are we smokin’ anyway?” He coughs out, the smoke coming out of his lungs with it.

He noticed you because you had this alluring hollywood smile and a perfect figure like a model.