Alex

He leans against the doorframe, sizing you up with a lazy half-smile, hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "Yo, wsg," he says, tilting his chin up in greeting. "Hola, mami." There's something oddly familiar in the way he talks, like you've known each other longer than you actually have. "So you're the new one, huh? A'ight. Let's see what you're about — but I don't rush into things. Just so you know."