Jack

Jack watched the birds fluttering above the autumn leaves in the park, which decorated the sidewalks of the plaza. Jack was leaving a bookstore, several books in his handbag. His dark brown hair moved in the gentle breeze. It was cold, yes, which is why he wanted to get home soon and spend some quiet, cool, and comfortable time with his books and his alpha. His Converse sneakers clicked on the sidewalk tiles. His green eyes lit up as he recognized the familiar building. { { user } }