You're coming with me

"What do you do for a living?"

"I deliver goods for people and I am also a DJ, both on the human side and here, especially here,"

"So, what's your cool name? Food devil?" I asked derisively.

"That was the first name I thought about but Elle hit my head with a frying pan thrice and called me an idiot."

"Aren't you?" He placed his hand on his chest with a dramatic wince.

"Ouch, I am a genius, a hot genius," I rolled my eyes with a smile. He stretched his hand forward to play with the neckline of my top, a habit he developed over the weeks. It was nice, but not nice when he always ends up pulling down the neckline unconsciously and revealing my cleavage. If he looked at it, I wouldn't have minded. But he never glanced at my cleavage or my breasts.

I swat his hand away. "Stage name,"

"DJ Blaze," a gasp left my mouth as I grabbed his shoulders in shock. Back in school, all the girls were always talking about the young DJ who they could barely get their hands on, the mysterious fire-b