One by one, they hooked up and departed.
By the time Sofia and I had worked through the bottle of champagne, we were alone in the room.
I wasn’t sure where to take things from here: we didn’t exactly speak the same language, and the bordello experience was brand new to me. Stratocaster dating japan.
Who was supposed to make the first move?
Sensing my unease, Sofia put down her glass, picked up the empty champagne bottle, and put it back into the bucket of melting ice, now upside down.
Another dead soldier, I thought, remembering my grandfather’s favourite phrase. Girl fucking esma.