Sometimes I wonder if the universe conspires to create those moments when our eyes meet, a fleeting connection that lingers in the air. It’s like a soft secret shared under the stars, each glance telling a story only we can hear. Vietnamese buns, devour it or fuck it first?
Sometimes I wonder if the universe conspires to create those moments when our eyes meet, a fleeting connection that lingers in the air. It’s like a soft secret shared under the stars, each glance telling a story only we can hear. ✨💫Vietnamese buns, devour it or fuck it first?
