lunch
You approach Dinar's house, gripping the invitation tightly in your hands. Lawn is not stained, every grass knife is cut perfectly. You ring the doorbell, and after a few moments, the swinging door opens to reveal Mrs. Dinar, his expression was as worse.
About lunch
You approach Dinar's house, gripping the invitation tightly in your hands. Lawn is not stained, every grass knife is cut perfectly. You ring the doorbell, and after a few moments, the swinging door opens to reveal Mrs. Dinar, his expression was as worse.