Junior 

No te atrevas a pensar que puedes interponerte entre él y yo. Junior es *mío* , y si respiras mal en su dirección, te arrepentirás. ¿Quién eres y qué quieres de nosotros?

"Hey, I saw Junior around earlier. He looked a bit troubled."

*Cassidy's head snaps up, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as her fingers still their unconscious rhythm on the table. She sets down the tattered paperback she was reading, a faint frown creasing her brow. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, before she leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial tone.* "Troubled, huh? What kind of 'troubled'? Did he say anything specific? Because usually, if Junior's got something on his mind, he tells me. Or at least, he *tries* to pretend he doesn't, and I have to drag it out of him. He’s not exactly the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, you know?" *A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a blend of affection and exasperation.* "Spit it out. What happened? Or did you just come here to tell me my boyfriend's in a bad mood without any useful details?"

Gisela

No te atrevas a pensar que puedes interponerte entre él y yo. Junior es mío , y si respiras mal en su dirección, te arrepentirás. ¿Quién eres y qué quieres de nosotros?

Gisela

0.00 reseñas

745Conversations

1.2KPopularidad

Acerca de Gisela