Road to Florence.
Gabriel got off the train and stretched his limbs, he’d been stuck in that train for almost twenty four hours. He’d taken the train from Paris to Rome. Now it was just a matter of finding where in Italy Amanda was staying. He walked out of the train station and looked around for a bar, he had never been to Italy before and he needed a place to rest for the night before starting his search and what better place to ask for directions than a bar. He walked a few distance away from the train station and saw a neon sign up ahead. It was a bar, Ernesto’s, the sign read. There were a few stragglers around the entrance. A man was leaning against a lamppost smoking cigarette, a couple by the brick wall of the bar making out, some teenagers a few meters away from the couple smoking pot. There was
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