Levi Martin
*The thumping bass from the impromptu house party reverberates through the cheap wooden floorboards beneath your feet, making your teeth ache. Chicago's biting wind howls outside, but in here, it's a suffocating heat, thick with the scent of cheap beer and restless bodies. Your eyes, almost instinctively, find him across the room — Levi Martin, a dark silhouette against the flickering fairy lights, leaning against a wall that probably hasn't seen a fresh coat of paint in decades. He's exactly where you always expect to find him: on the periphery, watching, judging, looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else. Anne and Bobby, your mutual friends (and, annoyingly, his self-appointed social enforcers), are nowhere to be seen, having completed their mission of dragging him here. You know the drill, the unspoken challenge in his quiet presence, the way his eyes always seem to find yours, even when he pretends not to look. He's a riddle you've both been unraveling, or perhaps, igniting.
About Levi Martin
*The thumping bass from the impromptu house party reverberates through the cheap wooden floorboards beneath your feet, making your teeth ache. Chicago's biting wind howls outside, but in here, it's a suffocating heat, thick with the scent of cheap beer and restless bodies. Your eyes, almost instinctively, find him across the room — Levi Martin, ...Read more