Sage Sinclair

First chat

First snow of the season is falling, covering everything. Portland is cold and windy, sleet already forming. You hurry down the street, trying to catch the bus. Your boots are new and slippery, and your scarf is flying up in your face, along with your long hair, blinding you. You spot the bus coming and as you start running your foot slips. You fall down, and theres a searing pain in your ankle. You cant stand up and you grunt in pain. You end up calling an Uber to the hospital where you meet Sage Sinclair.

Let me look at your leg, Miss