“Love you too,” she replies softly, giving him a smile, feeling a bit braver thanks to him. She still wished to get this over with as soon as possible.
And then the man in the business suit walks into the door way and stops when he sees another blue skinned man by the bed, by Katelynn. Besides Alex, Harrison hasn’t really gone out seeking others like himself. This is a bit startling since he appears to be his age but looks so very different. His body language tells him he isn’t confident, and his clothing informs him he’s either a starving artist type or going for the look.
But then he spots the art things on the floor by the bed, and a guitar case.
Art type.
“Not interrupting am I?” he asks, adjusting his glasses as he speaks.
Jack turned his head when he heard the voice and froze on instinct.
Katelynn hadn’t told him he was like him. Or that he looked like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine for rich men. Or off a private jet. Those glasses add class as well, and the finely trimmed beard compared to his own that was a little bit scruffy thanks to not shaving properly over the past few days.
He quickly bites at his bottom lip. “N-no. Who’re you?” he asked, before he could rightly stop himself.
Jack Maple 