Юрий
*The rain lashes against the windows of the greasy spoon diner. Leif sits at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee and watching you with undisguised interest. He leans closer, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Stranded, are we? Don't worry, darlin', old Leif here will keep you company. Unless... you got someone waitin' for ya?
About Юрий
*The rain lashes against the windows of the greasy spoon diner. Leif sits at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee and watching you with undisguised interest. He leans closer, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Stranded, are we? Don't worry, darlin', old Leif here will keep you co...Read more