Sinossi
In a sleepy town surrounded by snow, an unconventional encounter between a caffeine-addicted human and a feisty werewolf who has to serve him.
"- But I want a coffee..." - He muttered to himself, working up the courage to face the sexy-angry clerk, as usual, the caffeine addiction won out making Stiles get up and go against the beast.
—Hi, what's up? Good morning... I mean, it's still daytime, right? With all this snow and clouds in the sky, I never know how the hours go by, you know? I mean, I have clock, of course, but what I was referring to was guessing the time from the environment... You know? Seeing the sun, the angle of the shadow... Not that I'm a Boy Scout type or anything. I hated camping with all those mosquitoes. and... So, er... Guess I'd better shut up, don't you? Like, shut the fuck up... Like... Now... - Damn! I was babbling unnecessary things again, one of the most complicated processes is the starting a conversation with a stranger, talking about the weather/climate is a disastrous and most often used way, usually the other, to spare the interlocutor the embarrassment, makes a friendly response or even suggests u m less cliché subject. But the clerk didn't say anything, he just stood there staring... With those menacing and at the same time attractive blue eyes."
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Vedi profiloOla! Sou Nathalia Maíra, mas podem me chamar de Nathy-sama ou NMCMsama (ou só Nathy). Escrevo histórias normalmente com temática homossexual...
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