He’s in the girls’ side of the building. A Special Privilege. He is here because his family gave him up as an embarrassment. It isn’t a secret why. Still, he keeps himself from prying eyes. He was raised to be a Southern Gentleman, even if that’s never what he was going to be.
He pulls himself together and knocks on the doorframe.
“Afternoon, baby,” he greets. He could turn down the drawl, but he likes to make northerners work to understand him.
“I’m not your baby,” she slurs.
Lye quirks a lip and saunters in. “S’pose not. What’s your story?”