sugary sweet Evil Pastry Lady
Warren walked toward his tent in the field closest toward his post. He'd rather be closer to his employees and any possible disaster in his area than closer to the stadium any day. Finding his tent, easily mistaken for any number of others unless one knew what to look for he peered his head in to see if Nathan was in there and then stood up and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew Alexa had to be around here somewhere but he didn't feel comfortable leaving to far from the check ins in case he was needed. Ducking inside he grabbed a book and stepped back out to sit on a chair with a sigh. "I need Syd's job then I'd be at a desk all the time." Though he would hate it really.
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