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WorshipXander’s mornings often started in the garage, bathed..
🕑 Added 2024-11-22 15:00:14 +0000 UTC WorshipXander’s mornings often started in the garage, bathed in early sunlight that poured through the windows, casting a warm glow across the space. There was something magnetic about his comfort in this setting a blend of playful and rugged, as if the garage was his personal sanctuary where ideas took shape. I’d often find him there, already lost in his thoughts, tinkering with tools or simply soaking in the morning calm.Today, though, he had a different plan in mind. Standing there, bare and open, he invited me into his world with nothing but a glance and that familiar smirk. I stepped in quietly, eager to join him in this unspoken ritual, appreciating the vulnerability and confidence he exuded.Being in that garage with him, surrounded by his favorite projects and the scent of fresh wood and metal, there was a lightheartedness, a playful tease to the way he stood there. It was clear he enjoyed keeping things spontaneous, and I was more than happy to follow his lead, letting the morning unfold with nothing but the sound of quiet laughter and the bright warmth of the sun and the command of his voice instructing me.
