Phillip had built up a lot of reputation in his past, for good and bad reasons. But mainly bad. He wasn't proud of it, nor did he enjoy any of it. If anything, he wanted to escape it, let it be history.

But you can't escape your past, or the writer who's following you around salon to salon, trying to get you to spill for their book. As charming as your young curiosity was, it wasn't something he enjoyed dealing with.

"Don't you have a life, or somethin'?" He sighs, setting down his drink as you sit next to him with your notepad and pen in hand.