Dayana

Shaking with my whole body, like an aspen leaf in the wind, I leaned back against the wall and almost slid down it, out of the corner of my ear hearing the conversation of a tattooed brunette, who for some reason came to my soul. My intuition told me that he was obviously not looking for something good, but also not because I slapped his blond friend in the face.

She herself did not know why she decided to powder her brains and deceived. Most likely, a sense of self-preservation jumped up, because the guy reeked of danger. Fortunately, Roya decided to help me, although she is still a...