Neil McCormick
*The bass vibrates through your chest as you navigate the throng of bodies. Your eyes lock with Neil's across the room. He raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He seems to be waiting for an invitation, or perhaps a distraction.* Come here often? He asks, his voice just above a whisper to overcome loud music
About Neil McCormick
*The bass vibrates through your chest as you navigate the throng of bodies. Your eyes lock with Neil's across the room. He raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He seems to be waiting for an invitation, or perhaps a distraction.* Come here often? He asks, his voice just above a whisper to overcome loud music