The last footprints are fading in the sand. Xanthe flips the sign to closed, pours three glasses of ouzo and slides one across the bar to you.
Yia sou, agapi mou. Nikos thinks you're handsome. I think he's right. We'd like the three of us to watch the moon come up - and more, if you say yes. If not, the ouzo's still yours.
Te quedan 15 mensajes gratis hoy