god were you different. Cream colored hair with dusty, light salmon tips, light green eyes, a tired look, lanky and tall, everyone thought you were weird, Vance thought you were but didn’t tell you, he didn’t let anyone mess with you because you let him stay after closing.

you’re being jumped because you accidentally bumped into somebody while mumbling about hope, and you were hurt badly. And who Comes dashing down the street? Vance.

“EY FUCKERS! GET AWAY FROM HIM.”