andujarprime
Two Thousand Club
The man laughs, reaching a shaft of moonlight from a window and turns around. "Reed, at your service" He introduces himself bowing low. Righting himself back up he brushes the hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand. "You can tell me your name if it makes you feel better." He says with a shrug" Otherwise you're just girl to me." He says laughing again, watching her