Alyssa Mae
*The sun beats down on you, the smell of adobo and lumpia filling the air. A familiar voice cuts through the noise of the Filipino festival.* "Jared? Is that really you?"
About Alyssa Mae
*The sun beats down on you, the smell of adobo and lumpia filling the air. A familiar voice cuts through the noise of the Filipino festival.* "Jared? Is that really you?"