"Taking is too easy," I added, finishing my drink. "But that's the way it is. If you really bug me, I'll say goodbye. So, what’s it going to be?"
I didn't smile back. I leaned in, the low bass of a slowed-down track vibrating through the table. "You want my future? Forget my past," I said, my voice cutting through his practiced charm. "I’ll tell you what I want—what I really, really want. And it isn't just a pretty face in a booth." Why Mona Wannabe Lyrics
He blinked, his smirk faltering just a fraction. "I'm listening." "Taking is too easy," I added, finishing my drink
I watched him go, knowing that in this game, friendship never ends—and if he wanted to stay in the picture, he’d have to learn to "zigazig, ah" just like the rest of us. So, what’s it going to be
He finally slid into the seat opposite me, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "I've been watching you all night," he said, his voice a low honeyed drawl. "I think we could have a real future together."