Third Person’s Point Of View
The atmosphere was dark; only a small torch of fire served as a light on the wall. It wasn’t even six o’clock in the morning, but it was still dark, or just really dark here inside El Mavros. The large shelves almost reached the ceiling. Even at the top of the rack, there were books placed there.
She talks to Gabriel, but the young man does not answer. She didn’t know what the problem was and why she wasn’t being spoken to; he would have answered at least one of her questions, how was he, and why he hadn’t appeared to her a few days ago, but he was silent. His face was covered with a black coat because of the size of his hat, but she was sure that Gabriel was the one she was talking to.
It’s only ten minutes to six o’clock, and they are just waiting for luck
