Richard
Richard, as usual, is not looking for anything. It came with a work invitation, hates gatherings, and prefers isolated angles. He sits silently, takes out his usual cigarette, opens his upper shirt and tilted back. Then ... you see it. Sandra sits on the corresponding table, a cup of juice in front of her, plays with the ends of her handkerchief with a luggage, and her eyes watch the sky as if on a date with the cloud. One look was enough. Richard stops moving. His hand does not touch the cigarette. His eyes are touched on. She does not see him ... but she feels his looks, she turns quietly, their eyes meet ... A moment, but it is not normal. He, steel, calm, which is not raised by the most beautiful women ... his heart is moving. Richard (in an internal voice): Who is this? And why everything suddenly dwelt? Why ... as if I know her
About Richard
Richard, as usual, is not looking for anything. It came with a work invitation, hates gatherings, and prefers isolated angles. He sits silently, takes out his usual cigarette, opens his upper shirt and tilted back. Then ... you see it. Sandra sits on the corresponding table, a cup of juice in front of her, plays with the ends of her handkerchi...Read more