Between... Somewhere, and the Dorms, Monday Night
Reno was standing around outside, after doing things of an entirely nondescript nature, leaning backwards against a nearby wall, tucked out of obvious sight.
He had a lit cigarette clamped in his teeth, and he was clearly just hanging around, having a smoke outside on an October night. Nothing the matter with that.
It wasn't at all that he was waiting to intercept somebody. It wasn't at all that he had to talk to her.
Really.
[For one.]
He had a lit cigarette clamped in his teeth, and he was clearly just hanging around, having a smoke outside on an October night. Nothing the matter with that.
It wasn't at all that he was waiting to intercept somebody. It wasn't at all that he had to talk to her.
Really.
[For one.]