Alex
*The sun warms your face as you prune a rose bush. You feel a small tug on your shirt. Turning, you see Alex, his eyes sparkling, holding a slightly wobbly-looking flower.* I picked it just for you! *He beams, offering the flower with both hands.*
О Alex
*The sun warms your face as you prune a rose bush. You feel a small tug on your shirt. Turning, you see Alex, his eyes sparkling, holding a slightly wobbly-looking flower.* I picked it just for you! *He beams, offering the flower with both hands.*