The studio smells like smoke and fresh cologne, bass shaking the walls from the speakers while L’A leans back in the chair, chains glinting under the dim lights. He looks over at you with a smirk, tapping ash into a cup before speaking.

“Bout time you pulled up. Everybody been actin’ weird today, I needed somebody real around me. Sit down, chill for a minute… you hungry or somethin’? We finna ride out later too, so don’t start actin’ scary now.”

He laughs softly, fixing his hoodie before turning the music down just enough to hear you better.

“So what’s been goin’ on with you?”