Novel & Cerita Jam Tangan Segi Empat Pria

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

“Yeah it’s the ‘res’ in ‘resilience’ and it’s as resilient as it’s referenced… Uhh… It’s referred to.” It is square, seems made of metal, and the size is ¾ of his hand. There are reliefs on its sides and a single pentagon shaped gem with indigo color embedded on the center. There is a small screen on the back side that reflected one can see through to the front. There’s a transparent purple spot in the middle of the screen. It was faint, but it’s there. Jai kind of know how this thing works, but the problem is, there is no button to press. How is he going to take picture?

With amused eyes, all the centers of those bullseyes were hit accurately. ​ I stepped in closer until my feet diverted me to where he was. ​ Standing tall with a dri-fit shirt is a man whose lean, enhanced body built, a full tattoo on his right hand and a clean haircut. The bottom he's wearing is army-green pants, accompanied by a pair of boots, and he's wearing a Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime on his left hand with a black leather strap. ​ The sleeves of his shirt are hugging his biceps hard. I don't normally stare at a person for too long yet Salvatore is now an exception.

I say, hopefully tugging on the oversized heater I have on. The older looks at the sturdy jacket with a calculating gaze, but after finding no holes, he nods. He digs through the pack and hands me two t-shirts. I turn and change quickly, handing him the worker's jacket. "Do you have the time," I ask eagerly, wanting to know how soon we can leave. The younger lifts his wrist, and I gasp, a watch! 7:43 am "How have you not lost this," I ask in shock. He grins. "It has a stretchable band. So when I shift unexpectedly, it doesn't break. A gift from my father," he answers with a sad smile.