Room 321, Late Friday Afternoon
To say Sean was nervous would be an understatement of the highest order. He was deliberately laying low because really, Savannah's visitor this time was even scarier than the one from last time, despite Benicio actually liking him. Or at least tolerating him.
He'd made sure that Benicio knew what room he was staying in, though, because the last thing he wanted to be accused of was avoidance.
So he was sitting at the desk in the corner, doing paperwork to keep himself busy and less flaily.
[For one!]
He'd made sure that Benicio knew what room he was staying in, though, because the last thing he wanted to be accused of was avoidance.
So he was sitting at the desk in the corner, doing paperwork to keep himself busy and less flaily.
[For one!]