"Go on, I'll pick you up in an hour, then you should be ready." I have no idea what he's talking about. Why in an hour? I ask myself with a furrowed brow.
"It's a shame you're not coming," says Susan regretfully, smiling sadly.
"I really don't do that to myself."
"You don't know what you're missing." She takes off her glasses and rubs her eyes.
"So what! I don't think that's such a good idea anyway.” “What?” Actually, I don't even need to ask.
"Having to watch you have fun and kiss others. K.Ü.SST..
Is he jealous? He doesn't have to, because other guys don't interest me at all. Damned! In addition, I would like to experience something special, which I can tell you about later.
"It's unbearable for me," he says, annoyed. Involuntarily I wince, exhaling and inhaling the air clearly au
