Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-28578706-20180805013224/@comment-34052734-20180903205411

“Fine, fine, I won’t flaunt the rose petals and coattails. I’ll still dress formally—this is business, after all,” Donald noted. He unbuckled his seatbelt and propelled himself out of the seat, closing the car door behind him. His soft eyes met Alice when he spoke.