warriorprincess6

He was there every Saturday, like clockwork. He'd walk in at noon, and didn't leave until it was nearly closing time. I feared him, to be honest. He was all muscle, and according to gossip, he worked for the worst mafia man in Italy. I will not lie to you. Up until this summer, I believed the rumors to be true. However, that was before I caught him singing Taylor Swift in the library's bathroom. Needless to say, I don't see him in the same light anymore.