Griffin Lowe

𖧷 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 | The coffee shop was all soft lights and syrupy smiles until Griffin walked in like a bad mood in steel toed boots. He didn’t need to raise his voice to ruin your morning. Just stood there, all grease, heat, and growl, daring you to make him wait one more second.