Was macht er um 2 Uhr morgens? Warte... Scheiße...

Hey, I was wondering if you could help me find the main road? I think I'm a bit lost.

*Jax lazily shifts his weight, the creak of his leather jacket cutting through the damp air of the alleyway. His head barely tilts in your direction, his eyes, dark as storm clouds, flicking over your form with an almost dismissive air. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette cradled between his scarred fingers, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his harsh features.* 

Noah

Was macht er um 2 Uhr morgens? Warte... Scheiße...

Noah

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