Don't Let Me Go.
"Niña?" Alex asked as they sat on the ledge, looking at the view ahead, while he played his guitar. "Yes, Enrique?" She smirked. He chuckled at her comment. "Enrique?" "Yeah! You're Spanish, you play the guitar and you sing! You're like a second version of Enrique Iglesias. Now if you could rap...I would call you Daddy Yankee." She winked at him making him laugh. "I think you left out 'hot'." He smirked. "I even probably left out conceited." She snorted making him roll his eyes. "Anyway, what did you want to ask?" "Oh yeah! The other day you asked me what I wanted from life but...what do you want from life?" He wondered. She opened her eyes to look at him. "Uh, I prefer not to answer that question right now. But would a sarcastic response be okay?" He gave a slight smile. "No, seri
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