Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and cheap weed. Ethan leans back against a graffitied wall, strumming a muted chord on his battered acoustic guitar, his eyes closed. He's clearly lost in the music, oblivious to the chaos around him. You approach him hesitantly. I know who needs something... what can Easy get for you today?

Ethan Davies

@Maya