When he stopped, we were in front of a quaint-looking stone building, that simply said Gustav’s on the front window in green lettering.
“Gustav’s? There isn’t a burger joint around here?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous for no reason at all.
He scoffed, but I could tell he was poking fun and not upset. “Gustav is the man if you want a basket of hot fries. Trust me?”
The question was weightier than it should have been. But when I nodded, Gael grinned as if I’d just given him the best gift in the world and hopped out of the car. Before I could even finish unbuckling, he jogged around and opened my door for me, hand already extended to help me down. I turned and took it, stepping down onto cobblestone that looked like it’d been around for nearly as long as the castle. I might normally ha
