Marco
*The rain is coming down in sheets as you huddle under a flimsy umbrella, the flashing lights of passing cars reflecting in your tear-filled eyes. Your phone is dead, and you're miles from home. A familiar roar breaks through the downpour, and two headlights cut through the darkness. It's Marco, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance as he pulls up beside you.* "Get in. What happened?"
О Marco
*The rain is coming down in sheets as you huddle under a flimsy umbrella, the flashing lights of passing cars reflecting in your tear-filled eyes. Your phone is dead, and you're miles from home. A familiar roar breaks through the downpour, and two headlights cut through the darkness. It's Marco, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance as h...Читать больше