Luke got this big, stupid smile on his face. “Akira? Who’s that? She hot?” The moment he saw my glare, he shut up and asked me to proceed. So, I told him. Everything. How she wore the loudest colors, the way she got excited about something like Starbucks, her huge family, her nonstop talking, us working together in the studio until late at night, and her regular disappearance from the studio that had been bothering me. By the time I was done, Luke and I had finished off three beers each. He got this serious look on his face. “Sam, I haven’t seen you go crazy over someone in a long time.” Like
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