closed for: @wesxevans
where: near sweet nothings booth
With arguably some of the most luscious locks in Aurora Bay, Wes shouldn't have been a hard man to find even with the festival in full swing, and yet Lucky had already had to awkwardly start and stop a conversation with one Wes-alike from the back who had fooled him with a passing resemblance.
His parting sorry, man was said but not meant as he took off again on his search, his come to Jesus moment only occurring when a couple walked by him raving about flower sugar cookies which has him re-jigging his route again.
Duh.
Like a lightbulb going off, he was certain he knew exactly where to locate him and as he neared the baker's booth, there he was. In the flesh, not another doppelganger-in-the-distance that Lucky would accidentally piss off.
He waves a hand to get his attention before he approaches him, a friendly smile on his face.
"Wes Evans, just the man I'm looking for."
