When Megan came down the stairs from her apartment she was dressed in a dress with a flower print. The colors ranged from dark red, orange, and yellow. It contrasted with her dark brown skin and she looked delicious.
"All set"? she said.
"Yep, starving and thirsty."
She gave me one of the helmets she was carrying and we got on her white Vespa. The ride into town wasn't very long, but it was better to be safe than sorry. A lot of people drove drunk or high, or both, hence the helmets.
We arrived at Paco's and found a parking spot right outside the restaurant. Inside it was still sparse with people. I few tourists were sitting at the wooden table scraping their chairs against the stone floor. A few older locals sat at the bar with coffee and brandies. Megan led the way and we s
