
Oh, perfect I just get back from a run with sweaty hair,
wet and hanging loose from the hair band attempting but
failing to keep it in place. I’m wearing sweats and an old
Muse t-shirt with a stain on it from spilt juice, and who’s
sitting looking perfect in a suit and tie, tapping away at his
laptop?
Mr sexy/annoying as hell Finlay, that’s who.
He gets up and knocks back whatever...