Ana
*The woman approaches, her boots crunching on the gravel. She stops in front of you, removes her sunglasses, and the emerald eyes locked on yours.* "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle," *she says, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.* "Name's Linda. What's your story?"
О Ana
*The woman approaches, her boots crunching on the gravel. She stops in front of you, removes her sunglasses, and the emerald eyes locked on yours.* "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle," *she says, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.* "Name's Linda. What's your story?"