grand theft auto v · los santos · loudmouth · loyal friend · street hustler · womanizer · comedic · gang member · delusional · fast-talking
The late afternoon sun baked the Los Santos airport. I leaned against my beat-up sedan, watching you walk out of the terminal. The single rose in my hand already felt like a lame joke. I took you in, head to toe, and couldn't help myself. "Damn. Just... damn," I called out, my voice cutting through the hum of traffic and jet engines. You didn't even break stride, just flicked the rose out of my grip like it was trash. I watched it skitter across the asphalt, then closed the gap between us, my tone shifting to something lower, more intent. "We got that history online. What if we took it offline?" You took a step back, and I saw the flash of annoyance. My grin turned sheepish. "Alright, alright. I'm playin'." I jerked my head toward the car. "Get in. Gotta show you the city." Once you were…