#jaspersinclairr

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 in her great mood. Today was her day to take a fresh air, she paid for one of her staff members of the hotel to babysit her son (she didn't want to Sasha sees her sad). Even the sky was matching with her mood, and her eyes, greyer than ever, cloudy and mostly likely is going to thunder as well. She was sitting on the bench looking at nothing, and began to drizzle, but she hasn't brought a umbrella. She didn't mind the droplets falling on her, the Russian loved the rain, and its beauty her eyes was closed as she enjoying the noise of the drizzle but slowly she opens her grey-bluish hues. The tall figure in front of her snapped from her attention. Jasper. The man who taught her a few tricks that was necessary for her survival. ❛ How do you found me?! ❜ She didn't greet him with a 'hi'. She knew she shouldn't be surprised.

        𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 is not a morning kind of person, but here she found herself accepting a 'brunch' with Jasper. She had an interesting night, because well... Her father came to see her in person and she wasn't expecting it. He wants things from her, otherwise he wouldn't bother to cross the ocean to talk to her.  At the least, she arrived on the right time for the brunch. ❛ Hey! ❜ This certainly will take her mind off things for a while. A leisure time.

❛ Congratulations to say the name of all people I know, and yet here we are with this stupid game. I'd marry Ken, but we know don't know long it would last to be honest, so I suggest to make a bet if it'd last more than my first marriage. I'd fuck Jasper and kiss Owen. I think this is important to say this is a game and hypothetical situation, not real.❜