“We’ll have two more days of rest before the order comes.” Solomon sat opposite of me.
“At least,” I added.
My companion nodded and looked out the window. I enjoyed his company, he was not a man of many words. I followed his gaze, watching the rising sun revealing the outlines of buildings in bright, vivid colors.
“Is he gone?” Victor’s voice sounded painfully energetic.
I turned and nodded.
“Good. I can’t stand that guy. But I’m sure he’ll be back in no time.” Victor dropped on the bench beside Solomon, “Do you think it’s true, what the girl said?” he continued.
“About?” I turned my head, watching him.
“About her hometown. No crawlers and all.” Victor shifted his gaze from me to Solomon.
“That’s impossible,” I responded.
“I know. Right? How can it be? But, you know... That would be nice. Wouldn’t it?” Victor sighed.
All of us were silent for a moment, watching the sleepy girl behind the counter serve coffee to the other early risers.
“Why are you up so early?” Sol asked Victor.
“I never went to bed.” Victor smirked.
Sol nodded and shifted his gaze to me.
“Don’t you want to know what I did all night?” Victor asked.
“Not really.”
“No,” I said.
“The two of you are the saddest bunch.” Victor sighed.
The blond girl just served us some breakfast when Frid and Alina appeared. The prisoner was striking in the light of the morning sun. Her bright red hair gleamed with all shades of ruby and copper. Her porcelain skin contrasted with her dark eyes and the thick, dark material of her shirt. She was tall and lean. I noticed her small hands with thin, long fingers, the turn of her neck. She reminded me of a delicate rose that was growing through the cracks in the cobblestone with her graceful movements and straight back. She did not look like she belonged in this world. She looked like something from a dream, a fairy or a goddess of The Fall.
“Good morning!” Frid greeted us, taking a seat beside Solomon.
Alina stood for a moment, as if unsure where to go, before choosing the spot beside Victor.
“I hope your night was as uneventful as ours.” Frid checked my plate and signaled the girl who was now running between the tables with numerous coffee cups.
“Not a chance!” Victor smirked.
“Oh, please. Spare me all the disgusting details.” Frid frowned.
“Disgusting details?” Victor leaned forward.
“Here we go again.” Sol rubbed his eyebrow.
“You could just say that you had a good night. That’s all. I don’t want to hear about your pathetic adventures.” Frid placed her elbows on the table.
I closed my eyes, regretting that I had not come down earlier.
“For your information, I met up with two very pleasant girls,” Victor continued.
“I’m sure. It’s good that they’re kind and compassionate.” Frid gave him a thin smile.
