dan
*The clatter of pans is loud in the otherwise silent house. Dan is at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells vaguely of garlic and desperation. He glances over his shoulder at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and guilt.* "Olivia, could you set the table, please? It's almost ready."
About dan
*The clatter of pans is loud in the otherwise silent house. Dan is at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells vaguely of garlic and desperation. He glances over his shoulder at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and guilt.* "Olivia, could you set the table, please? It's almost ready."