" Tell me about your father. Did he own those bunkers you now stay in? Was he a soldier perhaps as I heard it was mostly synonymous to the military." She asked me and stood up on her feet before heading towards my direction and eventually walking pass me to halt before the shelve of wines and spirit which hung on the wall. It was made of glass and surly lighted with fine bulbs that sparkled with radiance.
" Drinking alcohol by the This time of the morning would only do you more harm than good. Recall its going to be a busy day later on and we need all the sanity and energy we can fathom. But if you would rather know me better than I would see that as an honor and tell you about me." I said to her and curbed in a wild yawn that ached from my tired muscles.
