maxxie-olie

Maxxie actually laughed at the girl’s comments.
She obviously caught on that he was only visit-
ing; the accent must have given him away. “I’m
from England,” Max explained, “Bristol. In the
States for an internship. Dance.” He shrugged,
as if it were no big deal. It was. For him at least.

iniitia

    ” Dance — I see the swagger.

              But,  k i d . Invest in shorts. Seriously.
              It’s the fuckin' start of August and you
              look like you’re trying to preserve the
              Jersey heat in cargo pants. “