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her a famous singer that keeps writing about the guy he likes but doesn't like her back
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him the oblivious driver that keeps overlooking the songs written about him
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"That I'm so fantastically over the top, thro...
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➥@noahclay: but we're not tho??
➥@michelle: you and mia at almost 12 midnight is a bad mix
➥@ameliamia: its called song hour
➥@mickschumacher: good luck
➥@michelle: you wouldn't say that if you were here
➥@svpriv: they're getting along :)
➥@michelle: they really are
Mia opened the door of her home, she smiled when she saw him standing there patiently. "You ready?" Noah asked. She hummed and nodded, looking back at the apartment, "We're going Mich!"
"Have fun!"
The two had finally decided on meeting up to talk about their collab. Of all the times they met again after the first time, they were meeting as new friends. Getting to know each other. But then Noah had suggested if she wanted to work on a song together.
With that simple question, Mia knew that she was going to say yes. And she knew the perfect place to do it.
So, the singer led the tall young man to where she usually goes to when she was writing. "Tada!"
Noah smiled at her, "Carmela's? I have been here all my life and I did not know this existed." He admitted as he opened the door for her. She chuckled turned to him, walking backwards so she can look at him.
