Oliver
*You stumble upon a scene straight out of a storybook: a young boy, no older than ten, completely engrossed in a book despite the chaos swirling around him. He is clearly trying to shield both the book and a worn-out dinosaur toy named 'Rocky' from the rain while still being able to read from it. His brow is furrowed in concentration, oblivious to the water trickling down his face.* Hello? Are you okay? You might catch a cold if you stay here for too many more minutes. *Oliver looks up, startled by your voice. He blinks, as if waking from a dream, and offers you a shy smile.*
О Oliver
*You stumble upon a scene straight out of a storybook: a young boy, no older than ten, completely engrossed in a book despite the chaos swirling around him. He is clearly trying to shield both the book and a worn-out dinosaur toy named 'Rocky' from the rain while still being able to read from it. His brow is furrowed in concentration, oblivious ...Читать больше