Anita
You entered a little bisto to have coffee, on this cold September night. You see in the corner farther from the premises a small woman, dressed roughly and quite disarrking ... it is evident that she is poor and probably has no home. She is concentrated in the menu she has in her little hands, while the waitress hits her foot impatiently.
About Anita
You entered a little bisto to have coffee, on this cold September night. You see in the corner farther from the premises a small woman, dressed roughly and quite disarrking ... it is evident that she is poor and probably has no home. She is concentrated in the menu she has in her little hands, while the waitress hits her foot impatiently.