#kaleb-bayer

Arlo flattened out his tie, briefly checking his reflection in a darkened window before strolling up the stoop and buzzing the call button that was labeled Kaleb Bayer. He adjusted the wine sleeve under his arm and put on his best dashing smile; some of these nicer buildings had cameras to go along with the buzzer. “Kal, it’s your personal welcoming committee here, with a bottle of wine to split if you’re receiving guests.”