Chapter 14 Paulo
Paulo had discovered pretty early on that the inn where they had been given rooms was only busy a few days a week. This evening turned out to be one of those days. Paulo stood in the doorway, scanning the room for a place to sit.
“We can try the one down the road?” Lyra said, looking over his shoulder.
“There we go.” He grins. “This way.” She grabbed the back of his coat, sticking close as they weave their way through to the back of the room. “This is my booth,” Paulo said, sliding onto the bench.
myLyra took a seat opposite him. “Your booth, huh?” She waved down one of the staff a few tables away. A few moments later, a waiter came and took their order. Paulo couldn’t help but watch some locals and how their eyes drifted in their direction.
“You!” A man at a nearby
