Elevator Glances | Francis x Angus

Elevator Glances | Francis x Angus

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Fiction
Romance
One morning, Francis Mosses slept in and was late for his first milk deliveries of the day. He rushed his morning routine and ran towards the elevator, meeting Angus Ciprianni. Little did he know, that this wont be the first interraction they'll have with eachother.
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