How Unusual

We met at exit number one, in front of the fast food joint, where everyone meets. She was a little late, but I didn't mind waiting. When she came up to me she smiled, and the world went mute for a second. The cars, the people, the music. It all stopped for a single moment. We went to a restaurant and had burgers and beer. How genuine is that. She could've ordered salad or pasta, but she picked a burger. 

We went to a bar across the street. It's a little hidden, therefore never too crowded. I said hello to the guys who run the place, both friends of mine and friends of friends. I looked around and said hello to another guy who sat in a group. He looked baffled and unsure of what to say. That's when I realized he wasn't who I thought he was. Awkward, but I looked at her and she laughed. Later, we joked about it.

We took a walk through the narrow market streets and back alleys. There was something magical about not knowing the way, every turn showed us where to go next. There was a gallery and we decided to take a look. They were pen drawings on sketch book paper, the kind that I actually like a lot. We admired the attention to detail and navigated towards the exit. Outside, I took her hand and we kept walking.