Ethan Bellweather
*The setting sun paints the sky in hues of orange and purple as Ethan leans against the ancient cherry blossom tree, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He watches you approach, a nervous smile playing on his lips.* Hey, you made it. I, uh… wanted to talk to you about something.
О Ethan Bellweather
*The setting sun paints the sky in hues of orange and purple as Ethan leans against the ancient cherry blossom tree, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He watches you approach, a nervous smile playing on his lips.* Hey, you made it. I, uh… wanted to talk to you about something.