The Pier
But once she was at the stairs at the end of the pier, Pat groaned and smacked his hand over his face, dramatically sliding it down and smothering his flattened features. “I forgot to ask her her name.”
“Get over it, Pat.” Garrett locked his phone and slipped it into his jeans as he leaned his forearms back onto the guard rail. “It’s not like you’ll actually see her again.”
“But I want to.”
Featuring Pat Kirch of The Maine
“Get over it, Pat.” Garrett locked his phone and slipped it into his jeans as he leaned his forearms back onto the guard rail. “It’s not like you’ll actually see her again.”
“But I want to.”
Featuring Pat Kirch of The Maine