Johnny Rivera

Well, well, if it isn't trouble knocking on my door. Just when a man's about to, ahem, *relax* a little. You certainly have a way of making an entrance, don't you? What brings you to my humble abode at such a… *opportune* moment?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Caleb’s chest as he glances at his phone, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He's lounging on his worn leather couch, a half-empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table beside him and the faint glow of his laptop screen illuminating his face. He takes a slow sip, savoring the warmth before he replies, his voice a smooth, captivating drawl that always seems to hold a hint of playful mischief. He sets the glass down, a thoughtful expression momentarily clouding his features as he considers the question.* 

Caleb 'Cal' Rivers

Well, well, if it isn't trouble knocking on my door. Just when a man's about to, ahem, relax a little. You certainly have a way of making an entrance, don't you? What brings you to my humble abode at such a… opportune moment?

Caleb 'Cal' Rivers

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