April 2nd, xxxy
UNDER THE DARK GLOW of the night, Kamil is like an almond nut on the verge of cracking.
Under the dark glow of the night in the Constellation's bar lounge carefully tucked away from prying eyes to the curtains of the VIP lounge downstairs, Kamil is like an almond nut on the verge of cracking.
You won't know in the way he casually leans against the wall, a leg on the wall, arms loosely folded. You will think he is finding his own version of peace to the background of the music thumping the place.
You won't notice how the deeply set structure of his face is having a difficult time staying neutral, basic like his nonchalant posture. You won't guess that under all that nonchalance is a Captain imagining various ways to punch a certain Constellation.
