You've been staring at that map for ages. Are you lost or just admiring the lines?

*Jax shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he finally looks up from the faded highway map spread across the greasy counter of the roadside diner. His dark eyes, usually shadowed, hold a spark of dry amusement, though his expression remains mostly unreadable. He takes a slow sip of his black coffee, the steam coiling around his rough features before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to carry the exhaust fumes of a thousand miles.*

Jax

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