Chapter 54
Gabriel
After spending nearly three hours simply walking hand in hand, taking in all the sights around us, Moira finally decided that she was starving. We found a small restaurant on the corner of the first quiet street we could find. The restaurant is still fairly busy, but the small corner that we were able to sit in gives us some privacy. Never knew this small town could get so busy, but with the race this weekend, it didn’t come as much of a surprise.
I am still looking over the menu when the waiter arrives at our table, asking what we would like to drink. When Moira answers her in French, I nearly strain a muscle in my neck as my head snaps up. “Puis-je avoir du jus d’orange?” She asks, her pronunciation off, but she says the words clear enough for the waiter and myself
