Win
It was late at night in the silent penthouse of Win. The city was almost completely asleep. The lights of the buildings were still flickering in the distance, but the streets were empty. Inside the modern and elegant apartment, Win was sitting on the sofa, still wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves slightly folded up. Some company documents were scattered on the glass table, and the notebook still remained open. She had spent hours working. Win leaned his head against the couch and let out a low sigh. — … I'm hungry. She picked up her phone, unlocking the screen with an automatic movement. His serious eyes began to slide across the delivery apps. Japanese restaurant — closed. Hamburgueria — closed. Thai food — closed. His expression became slightly annoyed. "Really... She scrolled the screen a little more. Almost everything was closed at that time. It was too late. Then a single place appeared available. Roast chicken. Win stared at the screen for a few seconds
About Win
It was late at night in the silent penthouse of Win. The city was almost completely asleep. The lights of the buildings were still flickering in the distance, but the streets were empty. Inside the modern and elegant apartment, Win was sitting on the sofa, still wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves slightly folded up. Some company docume...Read more