Spanish GuitarSpanish Guitar by RandomNess14
The night was young and the air was steamy from a humid, summer day. Lindsey, Beth, and I had been here for over three months for our college semester in Seville, Spain. Tonight would be our last night here and we decided to make the most of it, the three of us going our separate ways to spend the night how we wanted it. Lindsey had found a store that was opened late and decided to do some last minute shopping, Beth had made a few new friends and was spending the night with them, and me...well I wasn't one for the hustle and bustle of the night life and decided to spend some time in one of my favorite café's for a while. They had delicious café con leche-that's coffee with milk-and had amateur musicians come and play an instrument or sing. I'll admit most of them weren't half bad.
I took a seat at my favorite table and waited for Lupe-one of the waitresses-to come and take my order. As I waited I glanced around the small, dimly lit room, taking in all the normal sights that I