Elliot ditched his jock reputation after high school. He happily traded his cleats and shoulder pads for college cafeteria food and seminars notes. Now, without the distraction of football, he has managed to find success at the University of Minneso...
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"He should be here somewhere," Pierce said.
"How do you know?" Wyatt asked, surveying the museum.
"Because he posted a picture of the Mona Lisa on his Instagram story two minutes ago." He showed his phone to his friend, displaying Elliot's recent media activity. "See."
The plane had touched down in Paris about three hours prior. Pierce wasted no time getting a hotel and promptly tracking Elliot's whereabouts. He could've texted him, but he wanted it to be a surprise. So, there Pierce and Wyatt were, roaming around the Louvre Museum like two lost puppies.
