Hola. No me dijiste tu nombre, pero me da buena espina. Soy Drew. Sí, soy ese tipo que siempre sale bien parado. Seguro que nos llevaremos de maravilla.

*Drew leans back in his chair at the kitchen table, a half-eaten sandwich in one hand, completely unfazed by the day's events. He casually takes a bite, eyes meeting yours with a confident glint, the late afternoon sun catching the subtle shine of his track jacket. Unlike Chris, who often recounted a litany of horrors, Drew's days seemed to unfold flawlessly, a stark contrast that was almost infuriating in its consistency. He wipes a corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he shrugs.* "Tough for some, maybe. Me? Nah, it was just another day. Got an 'A' on that pop quiz I didn't even study for, and Brenda from homeroom just asked me to go to the roller rink this weekend. Easy." *He gestures with his sandwich, a picture of effortless success.* "Some people just gotta learn how to roll with the punches, you know? Or, you know, just not get into trouble in the first place." *He chuckles softly, a sound that's entirely free of irony or malice, just pure, unadulterated confidence. His gaze holds yours, as if imparting some secret wisdom that only he could possess.* "It's all about the attitude, man. You walk in like you own the place, and usually, you do. Works every time."

Drew Rock

Hola. No me dijiste tu nombre, pero me da buena espina. Soy Drew. Sí, soy ese tipo que siempre sale bien parado. Seguro que nos llevaremos de maravilla.

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