Arriyana exhaled heavily, pink curls waving with the motion of her exasperated breath. The guy before her infuriated her so utterly that some days she forced herself to swallow the urge to wrap both petit hands around his throat and squeeze. Instead she leaned back on words that seemed to blow through like wind. “Lee… eventually you’re going to have to do more than wander out once a month to a gig”
The tall creature she addressed stretched out further into the leather of a comfortable couch, making the fabric creak quietly beneath rough blue jeans. Fingers lifted and dragged back through artificially dark hair, half shaved and half long enough to reach shoulders. Their accents were similar, though distant and foreign. “You should just be happy that I get out.” The tones were soft, deliberate, a long held habit to conceal more feminine aspects. Blue eyes could penetrate even stone and right now they fixed on Arriyana’s lithe form, pinning the singer without wholly trying. “I’m not seeking the lime light that you seem to enjoy”
Arriyana looked like a Cheshire cat with a mouse trapped in its clutches. She smiled, genuine but cool. “But you love the music.” Lee merely grunted, captured, but unwilling to concede the point.