#sibel01

[mireyamontoya-blog1]

“A penny for your thoughts? You look too pretty to be sitting all by your lonesome, and I for one would be glad to give you some company.” On her third glass of something alcoholic, Mireya liked to have a nightcap before she retired for the night. Something about the alcohol putting into a gentle, dreamless night better than anything could. And she noticed the woman, and she had to wonder why. @sibelerdcgan 

[gabebautista]

Gabe couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this. Nervous wasn’t the right word, but he wasn’t feeling confident either. No, it was jittery and he felt like there was too much energy in him. Sibel was a friend. She was a good friend, his best friend. But why did it feel so different with her. Maybe he should have taken an extra shot of lady luck tonight. “So...Sibel.” Smooth sailing there, idiot. “What do you think a tree’s favourite drink is?” Gabe panicked and froze up. But ladies liked a good laugh, right?” @sibelerdcgan