── hünnap .✦
@jimtale
pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
NE TURKISH MI
Jake
Your priest was close.
Amalia
About what?
Jake
My name. I dont know if you know but im part Turkish. My parents were tossing up between Western and Arabic spelling of my name when I was born. It was almost Yaqub on my birth certificate.
Reklam
ben senden cok hoslaniyorum.
It didn’t take long to work out that I was very bad at the game. My hand-eye coordination had never been good, and the combination of alcohol and yelling people didn’t make it any better. At some point, when I found myself staring down the barrel of yet another mystery cup, I felt the drink gently but firmly pried from my hand.
I looked over in time to see Jake drink the alcohol meant for me, throwing up a middle finger at the sound of boos. Then he leaned in towards me, his breath warm against the side of my neck, smelling faintly of cider.
‘You want to take a break, Book Club?’ he asked quietly.
bu cocuk neden her yerden cikiyor.
‘Hey, Book Club. Long-time no see.’ I looked over to see Jake, who was wearing the cinema’s work uniform of a black polo and black slacks. He grinned lazily when we made eye contact. ‘You’re joking,’ I said.
Jake looked thoughtful. ‘Don’t like Book Club either?’ he asked. ‘I know you hated Eyebrows. Thought I’d diversify.’
‘Did you steal someone’s uniform to get back there?’ I asked. Jake snorted. ‘Some of us have jobs, Book Club.’
‘I—’ I began, then stopped myself.
In normal circumstances I would have said she looked excited, but her expression was too tight for that.
She looked determined, but determined like she was about to eat something nasty yet necessary, not like she was about to score alone time with our crush.