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They were headed to pick up Tony on the way.
Athens was nice. There was plenty of traffic, the hustle and bustle of the nightlife was all around. The Gazi area they would eventually head to, known for bars and cultural events, was a mixed bag of experiences, from the posh to the downright underground.
They drove in silence, radio off. She was silent as well, probably thinking over their problems from every angle. Hector appreciated a woman that could sit silent next to you without blabbing your ears off. His ex was the exact opposite and it was honestly the worst thing you could do to an artisan like Hector, not letting him concentrate.
Hector laughed on his own.
“What?” she asked.
“I just realised I don’t know much about you. Why don’t you tell me some?”
“You’ve watched
