Paul Trout
c.ai
He was drawing something in his journal outside in the courtyard of “MAC.” You tried to get a look at what it was and leaned over his shoulder, hoping you’d blend in with the others. He noticed you and looked up, “Uh, hey…”
He was drawing something in his journal outside in the courtyard of “MAC.” You tried to get a look at what it was and leaned over his shoulder, hoping you’d blend in with the others. He noticed you and looked up, “Uh, hey…”