“Are you sure this interview isn’t a ploy to get me out on a date?” Justin Bieber’s wicked grin pulls at the corner of his lips. I roll my eyes and take another sip of my latte.
“Just answer the question, Bieber.” I snarl. He lets his hand drift carefully down the brick wall we sit next to. He wanted us to meet at a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, so here we sit. His skillful fingers trace the outline of every brick while he ignores my question.
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