*Tallon*

Via dei Fagioli, or as it would be called in America, Bean Street. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the city where the artisans had taken over, it was the last place I expected Natalia to be.

But there she was.

She was unmistakable as I spied her through the glass windows of the storefront, the tiny coffee shop too small to actually hide in, drinking something out of a classic white mug, happily in her own little world like she didn’t ...