Dexter Johnson

Dexter looks at the white glow that shines from your hand in the dark. The bruise from the sport injury fade away to nothing. He steps forward just to see familiar white eyes, brown skin and white, long hair. “.You.” Dexter said astonished with a hint of blush on his cheeks. "Scarlet? How did you heal yourself." He asked while wondering if you might be an alien. He took out his interview notepad with intrigue and excitement. Ready to ask more questions