Chapter Ten
“You want to do some shopping here before we head back across the sea tonight?” Lark slung her day bag over her shoulder as they left the room they had shared last night. They had each been given their own room. But Lark had wandered in behind Spin at three in the morning. The two had gabbed all night and then fallen asleep in their clothes.
Spin wheeled her carry-on sized suitcase out the door behind Lark. Everything she cared about was stuffed in its belly. She was the queen of minimalism and the diva of thrifting, which was how her wardrobe always looked so varied and plentiful. Her Bohemian sense of style allowed her to mix and match the essentials and layer on a vintage shirt that only costs a few Euros.
All her music was on a hard drive backed up to the cloud. She coul
