Walking on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and looking at the bustling city scenery on the roadside, Brace suddenly felt very tired. The world is becoming more and more flashy, and people are hiding their souls. Where can I meet someone as straightforward as that person?
It has been five years since he came to the United States. He has used these five years to lose all the edges and corners, and has been polished smoother by this materialistic world. He is a well-known figure in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds, but at night in a foreign land, except for nightclubs, he has no place to go...
Perhaps it was the emptiness that made him obsessed with the city's feasting and feasting. When was the last time he returned to the wizarding world? Probably Draco and Astoria's wedding! It's not that he doesn't want to go back, it's just that he doesn't dare to go back.
"Sir, you want the Long Island Iced Tea!"
Blaise took the glass and leaned on the bar, sipping ounce after ounce.
The rolling potency of the alcohol is constantly irritating the throat, and the taste buds are filled with waves of sweetness and some bitterness.
"There's no better first love than this," Brace thought.
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