True love can be the love of an item from the Gustav Café menu. See, for example, Veriberikhata! Honestly, I do not like its taste at all, but I want to drink his bold name with a sip and because he is mine and I have the courage to choose him. “Is love anything else?” After this sermon, Mr Gustav ordered a cool Veriberi and wrote a summary of his career in his notebook.
On Saturday, one of Budapest’s annual years, Monsieur Gustav, as usual, was sitting at a the table near the window, making love with his veriberikhata, suddenly rang Snapfood. Hamed, who was behind the system, said loudly:
– Bahar kalimi, a Veriberikhata
Mr Gustav drank the last few sips of Verrieberikhata on his desk. Oh, the beating heart in a corner of this city is fearlessly ordering my favorite item. Oh, she’s from inside a Gustav. He opened the advice and added in the love season: Love of letters and names is a true love
From that day on, whenever Snapfood rang, Mr Gustav asked aloud: Who?
Next Thursday, Mr Gustav finally answers the question. Heard, Bahar Kalimi For the first time, Mr’s unripe Verberikhata remained on the table, and Mr opened the café door, and
for the first time
For the first time, Mr’s Veriberi Khata remained unfinished on the table, and Mr left café. The courier coming down the stairs saw Mr Gustav sitting on a bench in front of the café. He was about to unlock the food box when he noticed that his rear tire had been punctured. It was here that Mr offered to deliver the order. He took the address and ran to the destination.
Of course, before he left, he wrote in his advice: Helping each other is beautiful and beauty itself is love
Reached the destination and rang the desired unit bell. A few minutes later, the man with a thick mustache opened the door with a sweat that had been chewed around his collar. Monsieur insisted that he would deliver the drink to Bahar herself. The man got close to Gustav and said softly in Monsieur’s ear: – Baby! This is my nickname in cyberspace. Would you like to text me? Monsieur pulled himself out of the man’s arms and ran to the window behind the two-person table
As far as I can remember, until weeks, whenever Veriberikhata ordered, he would say out loud: Love is wrong. A strange and scary mistake