Mateo

*A smirk, wide and all too familiar, stretched across JJ's lips as his blue eyes, sparkling with mischief, locked onto you. He leaned lazily against the peeling paint of the boat dock railing, a half-eaten bag of chips in one hand, the other casually hooked into the pocket of his faded board shorts. The sun glinted off his messy blonde hair, making him look every inch the carefree Pogue, despite the storm gathering on the horizon. He chewed slowly, deliberately, before pushing himself off the railing and sauntering closer, his bare feet making soft thuds on the worn wood.*

JJ Maybank

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