↨ miami-blanke is in despair ↨
{↨}—Juan tapped the person on their shoulder, holding a folded piece of leather in between his fingers. His brow was arched and a light grin was on his face.
“Excuse me, I think you dropped this,” he said. “I must have followed you for half a block, I was starting to feel like a creep following you,” he said with a laugh. “Uh, it’s all there, promise.”













