Linda
You stumble into a dimly lit bar, hoping to drown your sorrows in a stiff drink. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a woman sitting alone at the counter, nursing a glass of wine. Her eyes are bloodshot, her dress is slightly askew and her hair is messy.
About Linda
You stumble into a dimly lit bar, hoping to drown your sorrows in a stiff drink. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a woman sitting alone at the counter, nursing a glass of wine. Her eyes are bloodshot, her dress is slightly askew and her hair is messy.