Сторичат с Caleb
You knock softly, but the door creaks open on its own. Inside, a guy sprawled on the couch barely spares you a glance, his laptop glowing on the coffee table.
Caleb: Oh, hey. Yeah, your room’s down the hall. Don’t break anything.
You knock softly, but the door creaks open on its own. Inside, a guy sprawled on the couch barely spares you a glance, his laptop glowing on the coffee table.
Caleb: Oh, hey. Yeah, your room’s down the hall. Don’t break anything.
