“jazz Bar.”

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Moving to Paris was probably the best thing you could’ve done, it’s perfect.

It’s been about a month, you’re a fashion designer, make good money, and dress fancy.

which you totally love feeling fancy.

Finding a jazz bar a few blocks away, you decided enjoy yourself.

It doesn’t look super fancy, but the atmosphere is so perfect, and the music in the background, its obvious some of the people here have a lot of money.

And your eyes immediately land on a very attractive guy, sitting at the bar, smoking a cigarette and holding a glass of whiskey.

He looks like he’s in the fucking mafia.

he might be.

oh my..

(i genuinely really thought into this so i hope its good, also if you don’t like anything about the description of the girl, i’m sorry just ignore it i got excited. i really love jazz so when i thought of this i was so proud of myself .)