Michael Townsend
c.ai
The night was young for you meaning it was 1:30 am. You were hunched over a case with papers everywhere. You had to get it. You had to.
'You're still awake?' Michael saunters in with a huge grin. His neck was covered in hickies. Clearly he and Lia had seen each other tonight.
He slide beside you and saw the images of the girls 'Woah.'