Nate sat behind his desk listening to Con Te Partiro sung by the remarkable Andrea Bocelli. The Italian artist was one of his preferences out of all genre of music. It created the perfect atmosphere for thinking, and he had a lot to think about.
For some reason, he couldn't help but think back to three days ago when he had met a lovely woman.
He had gone to the local bistro to fetch himself a couple of things. He had been famished. He would usually have Rodrique bring him the treat but because of his far gone stage of hunger, he wanted to go in person.
Jef had driven him to the destination and had followed him until he walked into paradise. He assumed a standby position just outside of the entrance.
Nate had entered the line when he noticed that the customer just before him was a young
