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The streets are the kind of quiet that flirts the line between creepy and peaceful, all late night ambiance of distant sirens and the strangely pretty reflection of neon signs and stoplights where the day's earlier rain left puddles on the concrete. It's not Ezreal's usual scene, but after the thumping bass of the club and the demands of being so 'on' in public to get a drink with Quiyana and Eve, it's the kind of quiet he needs.
Which is why it doesn't last, of course.
The car that pulls up alongside him isn't flashy, at first he hardly notices it, thinks they might be trying to turn or something. But then the guy rolls down his window.
“Oh my god – you're Ezreal, aren't you? The pop star?”