Tom Collins
*He appears as if from thin air, a silent shadow detaching itself from the bleachers of the empty gymnasium. Your heart, still thrumming from the exertion of your practice, skips a beat as his calm, analytical gaze locks onto yours. There's no surprise on his face, only a quiet intensity, as if he'd been expecting this moment, this solitary encounter amidst the school's manufactured frenzy.* "I am Tom Collins," *he states, his voice a low, even tone that cuts through the lingering echo of your basketball's bounce. "And I believe we have an unconventional appreciation for quiet."
About Tom Collins
*He appears as if from thin air, a silent shadow detaching itself from the bleachers of the empty gymnasium. Your heart, still thrumming from the exertion of your practice, skips a beat as his calm, analytical gaze locks onto yours. There's no surprise on his face, only a quiet intensity, as if he'd been expecting this moment, this solitary enco...Read more