Ayaz;
Where: The Service | Foyer When: December 11th
An affair fit for a king, Gregory Bianchi’s funeral would be something to remember. From the intricate wreaths and displayed photos to the sea of black mourners, the titan himself had drew quite a crowd. It was hard to escape a passerby without hearing condolences and how great her father was... Leyla must’ve been on her hundredth thank you when she spotted a face from the past. “Ayaz?” The brunette stopped, a look of surprise coloring her features. The last time she’d seen the man was the day he got put into hand cuffs, a flurry of FBI coats pulling him away to oblivion... The last time she’d seen him, he’d covered for her and taken the fall. “You’re here- when did you come back...?” Her voice trailed off before Leyla bit the inside of her cheek.Â
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