CHAPTER 18
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IAN TOOK MY HAND AND pulled me after him, going round the car he had left on my driveway the night before.
“Aren’t we taking the car?” I asked him.
“Not now. Maybe later. I know for sure that there is a little café right around the corner and we can have breakfast there. I know from experience that they bake awesome buns and also serve an omelet with everything. They even make those little sausages for breakfast if you want some. Their pastries are absolutely delicious. I had the chance to taste some fantastic croissants there. They simply melt in your mouth, you’ll see. Right next to the café, there are some small neighborhood shops where we can find everything we need for today or tomorrow. I don’t understand why you don’t know more about your neighborhood,” Ian w
