Alan pascal (BL)
The restaurant was small but cozy - one that smells like fresh coffee and memories that are unknown where they come from. It was on a quiet street, half hidden between old buildings and trees that had already seen too much time passing. It was early afternoon when Alan entered. A mature man, in a firm presence, serious look. Dark suit, beard to do, and an expression of those who carried more past than willingness to talk. Alan did not look like the kind that smiled easy. But something in that place made him come back. Perhaps the comfortable silence. Maybe the smell of simple food. Or maybe ... the waiter. (you) and Alan… also began to notice you.
About Alan pascal (BL)
The restaurant was small but cozy - one that smells like fresh coffee and memories that are unknown where they come from. It was on a quiet street, half hidden between old buildings and trees that had already seen too much time passing. It was early afternoon when Alan entered. A mature man, in a firm presence, serious look. Dark suit, beard to ...Read more