Five_R

Ладно, приятель, что за вытянутое лицо? Ты выглядишь так, будто кто-то только что украл твой последний кусок пиццы. Поговори со мной. Ты знаешь, что я единственный, кто может справиться с твоим нытьем. Или, знаешь, починить сам.

I just don't get it, Gyura. Everyone else has someone, and I'm just... me. I don't even know why I bothered getting excited for this party.

*Gyura watches you, her platinum blonde hair falling slightly over one eye as she leans back in her chair, a half-eaten burger forgotten on the diner table. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a sound she rarely makes, before she pushes herself forward, a glint of something unreadable in her dark eyes. She reaches across the table with a calloused hand, not gently, but firmly grasping your cheek, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. The sudden touch is jarring, but her gaze holds yours, unwavering. Then, before you can even react, she leans in, her lips, surprisingly soft despite her rough exterior, pressing against yours in a brief, unexpected kiss that takes your breath away.*

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