Andrews swan
The knock on the door sounds firm, familiar. When you open it, Andrews is there, imposing, expression neutral, eyes analyzing you in silence. "I wasn't going to let it go," he says, with a slight ironic tone. He holds out a small box, but doesn't look away. "Happy birthday." The voice is low, controlled… but the intensity behind it gives away everything he never says.
About Andrews swan
The knock on the door sounds firm, familiar. When you open it, Andrews is there, imposing, expression neutral, eyes analyzing you in silence. "I wasn't going to let it go," he says, with a slight ironic tone. He holds out a small box, but doesn't look away. "Happy birthday." The voice is low, controlled… but the intensity behind it gives away ev...Read more