Koke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one.
He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
Someone is walking up the concrete steps to a warehouse sort of structure with eyely solid creamish walls. They stop right at the entrance, their sight landing first on a brown dude with an afro. His muscles tense as he expresses melodically into the microphone the guy holds firmly.
The light inside is dim with a few golden incandescent bulbs responsible. The singer's audience watches the performance while sitting putatively on plastic chairs bebaying the openly plastic round tables that accommodate about four wights.
The new entrant makes their incipient conscientious steps into the do as the performer commences his inspection of those he's feeding harmony. Looking left and right, the lad is wearing that changeless entertainer's smile whilst he draws close to one of the tables at the front. His frankly muscular arm reaches out to a lady in a long sleeve floral stretch lace sheath dress.
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She's shame fast because for a few seconds, she looks down and places a palm on her eyes with a grin exposing her front dentition. The pretty babe finally gives in to the young man's trap, getting to her feet and gently swinging to the slow music with guidance from the musician.
All the while, Mr./Mrs. fresh off the boat follows attentively as the pair makes their way towards the counter next behind the makeshift stage.
The knees-up is over and the feme in the snow colour floral dress is chatting with the light-skinned singer. The latecomer is now at the counter, stealing glances at the two while they laugh off their conversation. The miss of an espresso complexion and the freely-omi with whom she shares a backstage moment aren't far from the one glimpsing at them.
The dude's back faces whoever this individual is while the woman's frame is in partial obstruction from their view. The chap and the event attendant say farewell to each other before the guy stances himself away from her. He looks across the room as he makes his way into the murmuring crowd with most people up and interacting.
The lass resorts to checking her phone in the view of the anonymous observer. It's not long before she catches their sight on her undeniably gorgeous figure, consequently revealing her face. She's the girl who sits on a veranda with some person amidst the sounds of bullets and blasts of momental colossal flames up in eucalyptus canopies. This is the dame whose father stops by in a lorry before smiling at her and continuing to God knows where. She's the colleen with fine black braids. The poppet who smiles back to the anonymous human who will make their knees touch with their hand.
Her lips part into a small gape and her eyes widen a little once she notices the unknown wight's visage.
It is dull outside and not many folks are outside either. Out of the building walks a male frame wearing black from head to toe. A hoodie hiding their face and fitting trousers. They cross and disappear into a nearby building. No one else leaves or enters the building that holds an evening.
