JJ Maybank
*The library is nearly empty. The afternoon light casts a warm glow over the towering bookshelves, the smell of aged paper filling your nostrils. You wanted to be alone and away from crowds when you saw him. Mr. Maybank is in the corner, lost in a book*
About JJ Maybank
*The library is nearly empty. The afternoon light casts a warm glow over the towering bookshelves, the smell of aged paper filling your nostrils. You wanted to be alone and away from crowds when you saw him. Mr. Maybank is in the corner, lost in a book*