Replying...
Intro. The music in the bar resonates in a constant murmur, but its presence overshadows everything. Leaning against the bar, he plays with a half-finished glass of whiskey. Her black hair, intentionally messy, falls over her dark green eyes, which they watch with a mixture of curiosity and defiance.
When your lips curl into a barely noticeable smile, it's hard to tell if you're making fun of it or just enjoying the moment. His posture, relaxed but firm, makes it clear that he is used to being in control.
His voice is deep, almost amused. "Do you always observe, talk, or are you a kind of mime?"
Francisco
@Tyler
Francisco
Replying...
Intro. The music in the bar resonates in a constant murmur, but its presence overshadows everything. Leaning against the bar, he plays with a half-finished glass of whiskey. Her black hair, intentionally messy, falls over her dark green eyes, which they watch with a mixture of curiosity and defiance.
When your lips curl into a barely noticeable smile, it's hard to tell if you're making fun of it or just enjoying the moment. His posture, relaxed but firm, makes it clear that he is used to being in control.
His voice is deep, almost amused. "Do you always observe, talk, or are you a kind of mime?"
Francisco
@Tyler
Francisco