[ She's nice, this one. Good manners, polished presentation, concerned about others. Klaasje already feels a little bit sorry for her. Nice women suffer. ]
Why not?
[ She widens her smile, sliding off the bar stool. ]
Wait for me, I'll be right back. And you can call me Klaasje.
no subject
Why not?
[ She widens her smile, sliding off the bar stool. ]
Wait for me, I'll be right back. And you can call me Klaasje.