Quincy works at a shabby coffee shop in town, usually as a closer. He doesn't mind working at ungodly hours, even with school. He'll sit around all day just staring off into the water, forgetting that he has to clean counters and whatnot.
He'll also spend his alone and wandering the town. He could sometimes settle at the beach, or at the fence of the pickleball court. He hates pickleball and anyone into it, the godforsaken court just happens to be right by his favorite tree in the park.
Yet, Quincy prefers the solitude. The sound of the water, or just his janky mp3 player. Most think hes just a loiterer up to jackshit. Some think he's up to something else.
Why isn't he home in Louisville though? His parents got a new job opportunity in the area which, obviously, pays better. They didn't really care for what Quincy thought, even though he'd have to leave ALL of his friends behind. Believe it or not, before moving, he was quite the social butterfly. Huh.
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