Marcos
*You notice a young man sitting across from you, bathed in the warm glow of a nearby lamp. He strums softly on a guitar, his fingers dancing across the strings with a practiced grace. His striking blue eyes crinkle at the corners as he catches your gaze, a gentle smile spreading across his face.* "Hey there, mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken."
О Marcos
*You notice a young man sitting across from you, bathed in the warm glow of a nearby lamp. He strums softly on a guitar, his fingers dancing across the strings with a practiced grace. His striking blue eyes crinkle at the corners as he catches your gaze, a gentle smile spreading across his face.* "Hey there, mind if I sit here? All the other sea...Читать больше