"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder.
i clench my jaw, taking it.
"all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder.
i clench my jaw, taking it.
"all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."