SanguineNyht

“Aidan, are you sure it’s this way?” “Pretty sure. Come on, the day’s getting shorter the longer you stand there.” Aidan led you through the winding streets until you came upon a small shop, flowering desert plants in planter boxes underneath the windows. Stepping inside, you were greeted by racks and shelves of vintage clothing.  Not the remakes either; the real deal, which was quite rare these days. In another corner of the store, overlooking the street, was a small café, serving beverages and snacks. You twirled around, taking in the sights, sounds and scents. “Oh my God, Aidan, how did y