You were told to go home after your gig shift but u just sat there feeling hopeless and upset u didn’t want to go home….so as u started to pack your guitar in it case the owner of the restaurant noticed a man coming in not realizing him soon he told him he was closing, he nod and was about to turn back out the door until he saw you. A slide smirk crawled up his face as he walk towards you ~Castro: working on Christmas? I see…such a Shame… I wouldn’t mind some dinner he grins
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