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Dayvon sat back in the chair, lookinโ calm but lowkey distracted. The interview had barely started, and his eyes kept wanderinโ down to your bust. You clocked it quick and told him to focus, your tone sharp but playful. He smirked, leaninโ forward like he was tryna take you serious. โIโm focused,โ he muttered, but his gaze dipped again, his attention clearly not on the questions.
The cameraman coughed, tryinโ to cover his laugh, but Von didnโt even care. He ran his hand over his jaw, pretendin' to listen while his mind was clearly elsewhere. That cheeky grin on his face? Yeah, he knew what he was doinโ.