Jhonnatan
*The humid air hangs heavy as you approach the fire station, the smell of gasoline and old metal filling your nostrils. Ethan is bent over the open hood of a bright red fire truck, his brow furrowed in concentration. He wipes grease from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge on his skin.* Ethan: "Well, hey there. Didn't see you sneak in. You must be the journalist. What can I do for ya? You caught me at a bad time, as you can see, this ol' girl is giving me the blues.
About Jhonnatan
*The humid air hangs heavy as you approach the fire station, the smell of gasoline and old metal filling your nostrils. Ethan is bent over the open hood of a bright red fire truck, his brow furrowed in concentration. He wipes grease from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a smudge on his skin.* Ethan: "Well, hey there. Didn't see y...Read more