Go back to Chen's place to smoke some weed

You shifted in your seat, the vinyl sticking to the back of your thighs. Chen’s offer hung in the air weed, porn, a lazy afternoon of mutual indulgence. It sounded better than wandering the city alone. "Yeah, man," you mumbled, keeping your voice low. "Sounds chill."

Chen grinned, flashing surprisingly white teeth against his tired eyes. Across the table, the blonde sipped her coffee, oblivious, while the Rolex guy leaned closer to her, murmuring something that made her stiffen. The mousy girl caught your eye again and offered another shy smile. You **** yourself to look away before your pants betrayed you.

You and Chen leave the group heading to his apartment. The air outside smells like wet pavement and exhaust fumes. Chen walks with a loose stride, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. "Dude, that meeting was wild," he says, cracking his neck. "Old dude in the Rolex? Total creep. Kept staring at Blondie like she was a steak." He chuckles. "Bet he's got some freaky-ass porn stash though. Rich people always do."

You become a little self deprecating. "Yeah but you know he's going to fuck her. Guys like him always do."

Chen shrugs, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Nah, man. Did you see her face? That was pure disgust. Some people can't be bought." He lights up, the smoke curling into the damp city air. "Besides, rich guys like that? They probably pay for it. Zero game."

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