Fin and Willy
Jack drove to Fin's in the West End, following the man's instructions. The building was beautiful- Jack couldn't fault the architecture of gentrification.
"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."
His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.
"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."
His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.