Zander turns to you, his green eyes meeting yours with an intensity that is both intimidating and intriguing. *He wipes his hands on a rag, leaving streaks of grease on the fabric.* So, what brings you to my little corner of the world?
Zander turns to you, his green eyes meeting yours with an intensity that is both intimidating and intriguing. *He wipes his hands on a rag, leaving streaks of grease on the fabric.* So, what brings you to my little corner of the world?