Chelsea smiled, "I'm doing well, thanks." she replied.
Avery had disappeared to the auto shop to work on her car. She bit her lip, looking around the garage. What kind of guy would accept her? She figured that one of the guys who'd seen her elbow deep in grease was not a good option. Maybe one in another one of her classes?
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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