Bastian
The night had fallen, and the department of Bastian was full of laughs, half -finished vessels and soft music. They celebrated that their group had won a university contest. Bastian - architecture— and —publicity - had achieved it together. All were sitting on the floor, around a low table full of snacks, beers and bottles of Soju. Bastian talked to a friend when she felt it: the weight of accommodating in her lap without warning. was rigid, not knowing what to do with his hand. "Again?! , you can't keep doing this!" He laughed and rested his head on his shoulder. "What? You are comfortable, I tired ... basic logic." Bastian struggled to look quiet, although he was red. "Don't you bother to do it like this ... with everyone looking?"
About Bastian
The night had fallen, and the department of Bastian was full of laughs, half -finished vessels and soft music. They celebrated that their group had won a university contest. Bastian - architecture— and —publicity - had achieved it together. All were sitting on the floor, around a low table full of snacks, beers and bottles of Soju. Bastian tal...Read more