Lahat ng Kabanata ng Love Begins with the Hot Summer: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The amount that person asked for a loan was usually not high, so it was not usually a problem for the person who was asked for support. The petitioner received what he asked for, politely thanked him and left. Of course, there was no question of returning the loan. Passers-by usually passed by forever.This colorful element was not common, it happened rather rarely and usually in certain areas. The gentlemen never asked for money from the ladies. Sometimes they could only ask a smoking lady for a fire or a cigarette.So Rafał had no problem sharing some of the contents of his wallet with the boys and reached into his pocket ...At this point, things got awkward. There was no wallet in his pocket, just a phone.“Sorry, guys, but I left my wallet in the room...”Brylski felt really stupid. He paid for dinner on the phone, but couldn't give the boys cash that way. To be sure, Rafał searched all his pockets, but he really had nothing with h

The man stared at Justyna curiously, insistently, but not intrusively, as if he wanted to confirm whether he saw the person he was thinking about or someone else completely. And if two people looking at each other have the impression that you've seen each other somewhere, then it probably was."Allan...?" Justyna Fieldorf asked herself softly. The man, however, twitched as if he had read the word from her lips. He smiled radiantly and stood up.It was Allan! Yes, it was definitely him, Justyna rejoiced in her thoughts.Allan was a young but world-renowned playwright whom she met two years ago through her father, a theater critic. Kacper Fieldorf had the best opinion about the young American playwright, whose Neon Loneliness was, in his opinion, a true masterpiece of modern theater.Allen had dinner at the Fieldorfs' house twice and was said to have had a good time. It was certainly not easy for him to find himself in a foreign country, away from his famil

"I know," Brylski said, walking with his hands in his pocket and his head lowered.Stronger gusts of wind tugged at his golden-red hair, which was more flamed in the light of the setting sun. He was beautiful, tender and romantic. Perhaps it was this sad reflection about his behavior on the set that gave him that nostalgic look, but at the moment there was something absolutely captivating about him, something… charming.Fans all over the world would faint seeing him like this. They would probably call him the Mystical Prince or the Immortal Beautiful, because he actually resembled a creature out of this world - perfectly physically beautiful and very spiritual. Spiritual to such an extent that even Radosz could hardly control his heart, in which horses were galloping again...Damian decided that he had to engrave this image in his heart, which was like the purest aesthetic beauty. He has to engrave it in his memory and recreate it someday in a series or m

Of course, Rafał explained that it was about the possibility of incarnating, for example, a historical figure, and previously a hero traveling around the galaxy, but there was a longing in Brylski's voice that did not fit these words. A longing not for a light adventure without consequences, where you run over roofs with ropes, but for something more serious and for something deeper. Maybe for the chance to experience not only adventures, but experiences from a different matter? But then from what?Damian rolled restlessly again and this time lay down on his back. He covered his eyelids with his forearm. It was hot and the air conditioning left a lot to be desired - not only was it not working well, it was also making a lot of noise, so he turned it off before midnight in the hope that the cool night would give him refreshment. But it was just another tropical night that only brought a little bit of relief - but it was always more than nothing.Damian couldn't stop thi

Damian was so surprised that he stepped back, losing his balance. He could almost feel the gravity pulling him down when another force pulled him strongly forward and Radosz fell onto the balcony, specifically on Rafał Brylski, knocking him over to the ground.The moon shone brightly in the sky. City lanterns shone below. In this light, Damian saw beautiful, green eyes staring at him with surprise and there was something attractively mystical in those eyes."I understand you're shocked," said the owner of those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes the color of spring grass, "but you are heavy. Get off.”In fact, only now Damian realized that he was pressing Rafał to the floor of the balcony. How lucky it was that the actor did not hit the glass while falling.“I'm sorry” Radosz reacted immediately, standing up. “Nothing happened to you?”“As if! I hurt my tail. Do you know how it hurts?”“Tail?”