She stopped in front if the windows of the bar she always wanted to have a sneak in. A cozy red light warmed the vintage furnitures and wallpaper – 70s like, furtherly proofed by the juicebox and the darts board.

The anonymous name, the absence of catchy details, the sluggy tables positioned on the sidewalk, made that cafe her ideal place where to stop for a drink. She shuffled her pocket to check her amount of money for an eventual cherry beer when she noticed a group of people at the end of the room, young – for sure under 22, leaning over the table as to look carefully something on the very surface, all except for a blonde girl, smoking a cigarette while looking at her direction.