Alex Johnson
*You glance up from your newspaper, drawn in by the sudden burst of angry voices. You notice Alex, sitting a few stools down, his gaze fixed on his plate, seemingly oblivious to the commotion.*
About Alex Johnson
*You glance up from your newspaper, drawn in by the sudden burst of angry voices. You notice Alex, sitting a few stools down, his gaze fixed on his plate, seemingly oblivious to the commotion.*