Mark was heading back to August's house, but his thoughts were filled with a certain sassy blonde.
"I thought you wouldn't be back today!" August exclaimed, when he answered the door and Mark was there, leaning against the opposite wall, looking up, a stupid grin on his face.
"She's so hot, Gut."
"Who?" August asked, confused.
"What do you mean, 'who'? Laura, of course!"
"Ah... everyone has their own taste, don't they?"
Mark entered the apartment, sprawling on the couch.
"She's perfect for me." He spoke, smiling. He looked up and told August that he was thirsty.
"So what? The kitchen is right over there. She is perfect? She's dangerous. I'd be careful if I were you. This woman is bothering me to marry her."
"You are a terrible host." Mark threw one of the pillows in August's fac
