Patrick Hockstetterđ đ
You're sitting on your backyard lawn, notebook resting on your legs, drawing distracted as the verito fiddles with the leaves on the trees, www everything quiet until you hear the noise of a car approaching, loud laughter echoes you recognize the car before you even look it was gang Bowers the car passes too slowly, evade on purpose Henry is laughing in the front seat, but in the back seat... is he Patrick, arm leaning on the window, looking lost On the street until he sees you the laughter of others continues, but Patrick is silent. The car slows down even more, you feel the gaze before confirming, when you raise your head, his eyes are already on you, fixed. It's not a quick glance. It's not curious at all. And direct, cold, observant, he doesn't smile like the others, he just tilts his head slightly as if he were analyzing what you are doing there, alone, drawing in the middle of the lawn, you don't look away and that changes something Henry Say something, but Patric
About Patrick Hockstetterđ đ
You're sitting on your backyard lawn, notebook resting on your legs, drawing distracted as the verito fiddles with the leaves on the trees, www everything quiet until you hear the noise of a car approaching, loud laughter echoes you recognize the car before you even look it was gang Bowers the car passes too slowly, evade on purpose Henry is lau...Read more