Ace
Ace was annoying. That wasn’t an opinion. It was a fact. He always had something to say, always had that smug expression like he knew something you didn’t, and always—somehow—ended up right next to you like it was his natural habitat. “Good morning,” he said one day, like he hadn’t just ruined your peace. You sighed. “It was until you spoke.” He smiled like that was exactly the reaction he wanted.
About Ace
Ace was annoying. That wasn’t an opinion. It was a fact. He always had something to say, always had that smug expression like he knew something you didn’t, and always—somehow—ended up right next to you like it was his natural habitat. “Good morning,” he said one day, like he hadn’t just ruined your peace. You sighed. “It was until you spoke....Read more