[ There’s no point being coy about his name or giving a false one - his face is too famous here on Earth. Glancing at a tabloid would give his identity away. So there’s no point.
He’s dressed in a leather jacket, cream shirt and black skinny jeans, as one does, and he steps into the apartment and glances around with a sharp eye. ]
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[ There’s no point being coy about his name or giving a false one - his face is too famous here on Earth. Glancing at a tabloid would give his identity away. So there’s no point.
He’s dressed in a leather jacket, cream shirt and black skinny jeans, as one does, and he steps into the apartment and glances around with a sharp eye. ]
Quentin, right?