At the time, besides the barista (Grace) you didn’t see many women at the Garrison... Yet, in fact you were often there, even if you had not noticed that every single time there was a man looking at you from afar... Without malice, without impudence, probably only with the same wonder with which one looks a picture at an exhibition. Anyway, that night finally, John Shelby got his courage up and walked towards your stool. "Can I sit next to you, Miss?"