The sunlight was obscured by clouds, leaving only a faint layer of daylight.
Hannah leaned against the car window, watching the gradually unfamiliar roads, "Arnold, where are we going?"
Arnold slowed down the car, "A new private restaurant opened nearby. I heard the food is good, thought I'd take you to try it."
There weren't too many cars on the road, and plenty of trees lined both sides, their lush branches extending out to the windows of residential buildings.
This area, like Fir Street, was part of the old district, and everything here had a special charm.
Sometimes, seeing the signs by the road felt like going back decades.
The car turned into a street and stopped in front of a small alley.
Hannah pushed open the car door and hopped out, just as Arnold came over from the other side, holding her hand.
The alley was old, the bricks on the ground worn down over the years, not as smooth as they once were, especially after rains, when many small puddles formed.
