Adriano had parked where they left off on the mural hunt last week. The streets were empty except for a few people who were in the local bars. It felt weird doing an activity that was so innocent while others were getting drunk. The bar goers on that wonderful weekend pursuit of getting laid. Adriano had resumed his hand holding that he had originally started back at the theater. His hold was firm and comforting. It was nice to be guided down the streets by someone who was calm and strong in their presence. He was so sure of his steps, where she was unsure while they searched, yet his body language gave nothing away. He allowed her to lead them through the streets even though he already probably knew where all the murals were.
As they found each of them, they took a selfie of both of the
