First Floor Lobby, Saturday Night
Well.
The date had certainly gone well.
So well, in fact, that Conner was now sitting in a chair in the first floor lobby with smushed banana, chocolate syrup, and ice cream in his hair. And possibly a maraschino cherry. And sprinkles.
Maybe he ought to look happier about this?
Probably not.
The date had certainly gone well.
So well, in fact, that Conner was now sitting in a chair in the first floor lobby with smushed banana, chocolate syrup, and ice cream in his hair. And possibly a maraschino cherry. And sprinkles.
Maybe he ought to look happier about this?
Probably not.