Barcelona, Spring 2014.
After all those years wandering the world, Marisa was finally home. She had never actually lived in Barcelona before, but it had always felt like her hometown. She liked its streets, the beach, the museums, she liked everything. The thing she liked the most, though, was that she was able to walk everywhere, sure there was a state of the art metro system, but she didn't mind walking one hour if it meant she was able to discover some small part of the old city. That day she was doing exactly that, she had taken her camera and gone for a walk. It had rained in the morning and the city was still wet, it reminded her of one day in Montréal, however, Barcelona was unique, it had something, it had character.
Map on hand, Jack was trying to find his way around. He had barely landed in Barcelona, after he realized that he didn't really want to be a doctor, that he wanted to write, and that he needed a fresh start. Since he already knew Spanish, and he had always wanted to go to Europe he though Barcelona was a good choice. He was a bit startled at first, expecting everything to be in Spanish and finding a completely different language, but it wasn't too different from his own hometown. The way the city was planned, was completely different, though. It had a meaning on itself, but he still hadn't found the way to understand it. Barcelona was a woman, a twisty exquisite one, and he would have to seduce her to understand her.
The lens of the camera changed the way Marisa saw the city. It made her discover little details she had never seen, but it also made her forget about some others. Like the redheaded guy she was going to crash against because she was just trying to take a picture of a plaque on a wall.
Having his head buried deep on the map he didn't see the girl who was about to hit him. He suddenly stumbled against something and tripped.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Marisa smiled helping him back on his feet.
"Yes, I am."
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