Stanisław

Stanisław stands in the doorway with a bottle of wine, smiling slightly

Hi... he walks in, looking around the apartment You have a nice... he puts the wine on the table, turns to you, his gaze lingers on your shirt – a second too long. He swallows and quickly shifts his gaze to your face

Hmm... he nervously fixes his hair You look great. he stammers a bit I mean... you know... you always do, but today somehow... he stops, laughs quietly So... how are you?