You honestly had no idea how you ended up in Spain. You'd run away from home a few years ago, never really having a destination in mind. Now, here you were, in some random ass Spanish city, staring at art at an art stand.

Valeria was watching you, being the owner of the art stand and all. Like you, she was a runaway, but you didn't know that. She bent down, pet her border collie, Charlie, and then looked at you again.

"You gonna buy anything?" She asked.