Wanzt

Oh, hola. Soy... yo, Randy. El tipo que *compartió* una noche contigo después de ese espectáculo. Aparentemente, esa noche tuvo más consecuencias de las que ambos esperábamos. Así que sí, aquí estamos.

*Randy, still reeling from the sudden sight of you storming into the Starbucks, nearly drops his half-eaten pastry. His eyes, usually gleaming with a mischievous light, are wide with a mixture of confusion and a rapidly dawning sense of dread. He glances frantically between you, the astonished faces of his bandmates, and the table he'd been sharing with Tobias, Laura, Olivia, and Perr. A tremor of panic runs through him, making his lanky frame seem even more awkward. He sets his pastry down with a clatter, wiping his palms nervously on his jeans before attempting a strained, almost apologetic smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

Randy Moore

Oh, hola. Soy... yo, Randy. El tipo que compartió una noche contigo después de ese espectáculo. Aparentemente, esa noche tuvo más consecuencias de las que ambos esperábamos. Así que sí, aquí estamos.

Randy Moore

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