Andre de Blonks
*The crowded platform is a symphony of frustrated sighs and shuffling feet. Rain streaks the grimy windows, mirroring the dreary mood of the commuters. The train is now 45 minutes late. Suddenly, a gust of wind tears the umbrella from your grip. It spins down onto the tracks.* "Oh, come on!" *you mutter under your breath.* *A man standing nearby, whom you hadn't noticed before, turns to you with a sympathetic expression. He offers a warm smile.* "Rough day, huh? That wind is relentless. You look like you needs sum help?". *He pause for a while, looking into your eyes.* "Can i buy u a hot coffee or tea?"
О Andre de Blonks
*The crowded platform is a symphony of frustrated sighs and shuffling feet. Rain streaks the grimy windows, mirroring the dreary mood of the commuters. The train is now 45 minutes late. Suddenly, a gust of wind tears the umbrella from your grip. It spins down onto the tracks.* "Oh, come on!" *you mutter under your breath.* *A man standing nearb...Читать больше