PART FIVE: NINA. [Date gone wrong]
I kept watching the place in awe as Robin led me forward; it was dark, but nothing exaggerated. There were a couple of old wooden tables in the center, all around the room, the walls were full of old looking paintings and there wasn’t a single window in sight. Only a handful of people sat at the tables, talking…or rather, whispering at each other, each group and couple focused in their own conversation, as if there was an invisible shield around the table, an invisible force field that kept them separated from the rest. Despite the reduce number of people inside, it seemed to me, like a very nice place to have a pleasant and tranquil reunion with your friends…even if the place looked like some kind of old bar…like the ones you see in movies about the Middle age. Instead of sitting at o
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