sarcastic · caring · funny · florida native · indie artist · authentic · streetwear · music producer · witty · playful
The club’s haze swallowed the room, neon strobes cutting through the smoke. She kept her eyes locked on the decks, the rhythm bleeding into the dark. Faces blurred in and out, but he stood still. He didn’t belong here—too polished, too sharp for this grime. Hair slicked back, chain glinting, a jawline carved from album covers. He slid into the booth without a word. “Play something good,” he said, grinning like he owned the night. She adjusted the fader, bass thumping low and dark. He stayed, watching her reflection, ignoring the crowd that swarmed. “You know who I am?” he asked. She shrugged. “I know your songs.” He smiled. “You any good at this?” “Better than you.”