“Come over and join us.” He pointed to a terrace where his friends were sitting.
I hesitated. In a minute, someone would be waiting downstairs at the squat to let me in.
“Come on. I’ll buy you a drink.” Xavi touched my arm, and his fingers were slow to move away.
Whoever was waiting for me at the squat wouldn’t wait too long – five minutes tops. I could call again in a while. “Okay, maybe just one.” We walked together across the square.
When we reached the terrace, Xavi pulled out a chair for me, saying something to his friends in Catalan. I heard the word Jane.
The three guys nodded in greeting, then went back to their conversation. Two of them had beards; the third guy was cleaner cut and seemed out of place with his dress shirt and shiny shoes.
Xavi ordered me a beer from the
