Elishka Kruglova Scoring With A Hottie From The Pub < Must See >

His name was Julian, and he possessed a voice like aged bourbon—smooth, warm, and slightly intoxicating. The conversation flowed better than the Guinness on tap. They talked about everything and nothing: the best hiking trails in the Highlands, the tragic lack of good pierogi in the city, and the strange magic of rainy Tuesdays.

Cheers to that.

"Is this stool taken, or is it just waiting for someone lucky?" he asked. His voice was a low, smooth baritone that made the ice in Elishka’s glass rattle slightly. Elishka Kruglova Scoring With A Hottie From The Pub