It all began with a glass of rosé. And another one. Then someone turned on my fav song and somehow our eyes laid on the fountain. Next thing we know, we’re drying our clothes in the taxi. We met a friend. Again, a rosé. We ended up on the roof, under the starry sky. It didn’t take long till we shared a hug and met the sunrise together. Next time, i’m counting again on rosé. Wine crime. The rosé of your stories.
I know you little secret… Afterall, I did witness yesterday’s mischief ;)Ready to find out the one to blame? (18+)