Rucole Club Club|| film lyfe || mac and cheese queen|| *exits with trunkshot* Sleater stood awkwardly by the seating area, looking around for Alexa. She told him to meet her here. Maybe because she didn't want to be seen with him. Understandable. He was standing there in a ratty dress shirt and his hands were shoved in his worn out jeans. The only new thing were his shoes. Something he was given while in the service. Short time served, but he had to admit, it was very beneficial. No wonder his father did it for so long. However, it was not his thing. Nothing might ever be. But, this job...sounded a bit cool.
Plus, he'd be working near Alexa.
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