Lilian’s POV
The evening has been perfect so far, the food was wonderful, and Daxton and I talked and laughed over our tamales before he insisted on paying the bill and escorting me out.
As we walk down the narrow street, I drink in the old fashioned shops and boutiques which have stayed open late. As we exit the alleyway, the world opens up in front of us, a small square is in front of us and there are many people milling around, enjoying the night. Three men are sitting to our left, on chairs in a corner of the square under a large awning. One man, with a bushy moustashe is playing an accordian, the second, somewhat balding man with a thin stature is strumming on some sort of guitar as the third sings in a low deep voice, a melancholy ballad tha reverberates off of the buildings around
