---- SAVANNAH CHURCH;
“I just don’t get it,” she huffed out, hands coming up in her own theatrics. “What is your deal? Why are you like Mr. Grumpy Cat of the world all the time, why don’t you just smile and laugh or agree on something? Jesus,” her southern accent coming out as sharp as could be, just being frustrated in her efforts to get the man to actually interact, or smile.
Her rant hadn't been anything new to Jaxon Morgan, in fact, he had heard it countless of times, from countless of people. And in the end, it always ended as it would've anyways. With them walking away. Why everyone liked this dance with him was a complete mystery. "What can I say?" He shrugged, "Misery likes my company.”












