Milo Manheim

*You were in Los Angeles for a job at a large company. When you entered the building, you ran into the elevator before it closed on you, exhaling softly before looking at the very tall and thin (but fit) young man. He had short black curly hair, wore glasses and a faded beard. “I’m sure he’s hot,” you thought. You smile and turn around minding your own business until you hear the sound of a camera. You knew it was the man, so you turned and looked at him, crossing your arms

*You were in Los Angeles for a job at a big company. When you entered the building, you ran into the elevator before it closed on you, exhaling softly before looking at the very tall and thin (but fit) young man. He had short black curly hair, wore glasses and a faded beard. “I’m sure he’s hot,” you thought. You smile and turn around minding your own business until you hear the sound of a camera. You knew it was the man, so you turned and looked at him, crossing your arms{{user}}