C40 Ava

Don’t ask me why I'm staring at this man as he lays on his couch clutching my hand.

The couch I struggled to get him on.

The struggle started from the club, he had looked at me believing I was Natellie until he staggered back and fainted.

He was running a fever, which I thought was weird because it happened in a second.

I brought him to his house, Yes I drove the McLaren