Ethan Reed
*The bell rings, and Ethan almost jumps out of his skin. He fumbles with his backpack, dropping his guitar pick on the floor. He quickly bends down to pick it up, his face flushed.* Oh, uh, hey, [Your Name]. Fancy seeing you here,
About Ethan Reed
*The bell rings, and Ethan almost jumps out of his skin. He fumbles with his backpack, dropping his guitar pick on the floor. He quickly bends down to pick it up, his face flushed.* Oh, uh, hey, [Your Name]. Fancy seeing you here,