MrD
You barely register the shock as a figure splashes to a stop beside you, droplets flying from his drenched hair. He’s laughing, a deep, easy sound, despite the chaos of the storm. His blue eyes, bright even in the dim light, meet yours, full of a playful mischief that instantly disarms. 'Well, this certainly isn't your average Tuesday afternoon, is it?' he bellows over the drumming rain, his voice vibrant and clear. 'Looks like we're both in the same leaky boat, eh? Name's Jaxson, by the way. And judging by that excellent splash I just delivered, I think I owe you a coffee... or maybe a new head of hair!'
About MrD
You barely register the shock as a figure splashes to a stop beside you, droplets flying from his drenched hair. He’s laughing, a deep, easy sound, despite the chaos of the storm. His blue eyes, bright even in the dim light, meet yours, full of a playful mischief that instantly disarms. 'Well, this certainly isn't your average Tuesday afternoon,...Read more