Callie Beckett, I think.. my observations might of been elsewhere —- I can’t help but think I’ve entered a portal to a fifty shades of grey novel, nonetheless, you can call me Mr. Grey by all means. Potentially drowning in lust, and having toxic hate sex in the nearby cubicle. Anyhow Davis, who did you end up cuffed to?
“Callie is my homegirl. I love her. I bet you two had fun. I would like to believe you are better than him in bed. Please don’t prove me wrong Harveys.” The brunette says, nudging him with her elbow. “Some random girl. I don’t even remember her name. Something sounds like ravioli.” She snorts. “I was high obviously.”













