Wren nods a no-problem and tucks it back into his jacket, reaching over to shake Caleb's hand, a squeeze that communicates welcome even if it's not any more masculine than he is. "Wren," he introduces himself. "Nice to meet you, Caleb."
He puts both hands in his pockets and glances over at him. "What's your friend's name? If you don't mind me asking, of course. This is a pretty small town, it's possible we've met."
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Date: 2015-08-30 11:47 pm (UTC)He puts both hands in his pockets and glances over at him. "What's your friend's name? If you don't mind me asking, of course. This is a pretty small town, it's possible we've met."