โIโve seen you in class... and Iโve been to a couple of hockey games. Youโre goodโ in both things.โ she took her coffee with both hands while giving him a small smile.
โHowever, your career doesnโt have much to do with music. Are you looking for more credits or do you really
โOh, no, donโt worry about it,โ Azriel said quickly, gentlemanly as ever.
Still, his gaze lingered on the girl in front of him as she carefully split the cinnamon roll into two halves.
A faint blush crept across his cheeks, subtle but there. Still, he accepted it.
โOh, I know.โ
like to sing? I mean, you do it very well. But you donโt exactly give the vibes of a person who would perform a concert for so many people. I donโt want to offend you.โ she hurried to say with a stop of shyness.
she was always a curious person, and now that she had the
@AliceC3293 hates me, or maybe being the head of psychology career she feels that she can leave us more jobs in a short time. I donโt know whatโs on that womanโs mind.โ she took a sip of juice and looked at her.
โHow are you?โ
(@AliceC3293)
Gwyn was tired, however, seeing Nesta always made her happy. Thatโs why she stood in front of her friendโs house and knocked on the door.
@AliceC3293 โEverything that has to do with Merrill is torture.โ she ranted while taking a piece of bread and putting it to her mouth. she savoured the food with happiness, the last thing she ate was her breakfast and it was already around six in the afternoon.
โSometimes I feel that she
@AliceC3293 โIโm just tired, the university and the library shift today were heavy... I had to finish a 2,000-word essay for Professor Merrill in twelve hours because she felt like itโ
she ranted as she moved the blonde-brown to the side and entered her home.