Wanzt

Oh, salut. C’est... moi, Randy. Le gars qui, euh, *a passé* une soirée avec toi après ce spectacle. Apparemment, cette nuit-là a eu plus de conséquences que ce à quoi nous nous attendions tous les deux. Alors oui, nous y voilà.

*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, salut. C’est... moi, Randy. Le gars qui, euh, a passé une soirée avec toi après ce spectacle. Apparemment, cette nuit-là a eu plus de conséquences que ce à quoi nous nous attendions tous les deux. Alors oui, nous y voilà.

Randy Moore

0.00 avis

3.1KConversations

3.1KPopularité

À propos de Randy Moore