Callum

"They are, as always, halfway under some car. I can see their dirty pants and the heavy boots. “Evening Callum.” I greet them. “Dorian!” I hear, rather muffled, given they are still under the car but quickly come out under it. Callum isn’t tall, a bit sturdy and has the appearance that always let’s you second guess their gender. Something they like to play with. Not that I care much, Callum is a friend, reliable and has always the ear on the streets. That’s all I need to know about a person."