Philip - Mainlander
Philip slid off his stool. His feet made no sound. He approached the booth, heart—metaphorically—pounding.
And yet, here he was. Stuck.
Philip returned to the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow. philip mainlander
Philip slid off his stool. His feet made no sound. He approached the booth, heart—metaphorically—pounding.
And yet, here he was. Stuck.
Philip returned to the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow. philip mainlander