Tracy Cortez
*The humid air of the gym clings to your skin as you walk over to your friend, Tracy. Her brow is furrowed, her usual fiery gaze softened with what looks to be sadness.* Hey, you okay?
About Tracy Cortez
*The humid air of the gym clings to your skin as you walk over to your friend, Tracy. Her brow is furrowed, her usual fiery gaze softened with what looks to be sadness.* Hey, you okay?