you weren’t looking for anything serious. you weren’t even looking for anyone at all. you just wanted to lay low in los santos—run small jobs, avoid big drama, keep your head down.

then Wade showed up.

clown makeup smeared, glitter in his hair, one flip-flop missing. he said Trevor “sent him to check on stuff,” but you’re pretty sure wade just got lost and decided to imprint on you like a baby duck with attachment issues.