As soon as the radio station was tuned in, that old Loquillo song about the Tibidabo slopes started playing, so, heeding the signs, Pablo headed there.
"Hmm, now I'm the blonde you're going to take to the backseat? Although, well, this isn't a secondhand Cadillac, it's a camper van. A little more discretion is needed..."
The joke was in keeping with the song's lyrics, but perhaps given the way things were between them, it had been a little more forward than appropriate, a little inappropriate, and Laia regretted it; it was hard for her to suppress the things she felt when Pablo was around. Luckily for her, Pablo steered the conversation to other trivial matters, until finally, at one of the curves with a viewing platform, he parked the van.
He carried out the chairs, table, and beers quickly and efficiently. They really had incredible views from up there. The girl wasn't stupid, so she understood the subtle message behind it.
"So that's how things are..."
