Alana and Aggie met at the door to the bank. It was not far from Café Central and Alana knew to collect two coffees for them and meet Aggie with a gift.
DFR Wien had occupied a prominent spot on this street for many years, just a few steps up from the roadway and perched on granite risers to emphasize its girth and height. The façade sported tall columns that themselves supported a triangular pediment above the massive bronze doors. Soaring windows with polished brass frames allowed pedestrians to peer inside the lobby of the bank, windows that begin at waist level and rose nearly the full thirty-foot height of the bank’s first floor ceiling.
Despite their heavy appearance, the doors opened readily at the push of my hand, as if a mechanical assist had been engineered into the design so t
