Chapter 50. Alisa
Andres was indicating where to park the car so I could enter a coffee shop he had suggested to celebrate my new license.
There," I pointed to an empty spot where I could do so, and he nodded his head.
I parked the car between two others of the same color, possibly confusing them on the way back, although none of them were the same model, the only thing they shared was the color.
We got out of the car and walked a few meters, neither of us was talking, each one was quiet and deep in his own thoughts. We went through the lane where the bicycles usually go and when we finished crossing we had arrived at the coffee shop, it was called "Albus" the truth was not a very striking name to give to a coffee shop, unless that meant something or that the coffee shop is themed and with a unique style.