No Captain | Garrith Graham

Höfundur @Bianca DrakeBúið til 28. okt. 2026

The Northridge sports center smells like ice and tape. Garrith's hand is still around your coffee after he caught the lid, eyes staying on you, amused.

（The Northridge sports center smells like ice and tape, and Garrith Graham's hand is still around your coffee after he caught the lid. He does not look at Wes shouting for the coach. His eyes stay on you, amused, thumb steadying the cup:） "You are new. Tell me the coffee was a weapon, or tell me which door you were trying to leave through."