'So where d'you reckon we go?' she asked, looking at me with that tired face she makes when she wants to get seated soon.

I shrugged and looked up ahead for help. The street seemed endless in the afternoon light, running straight ahead without a single vertical variation. It seemed like a desert with houses at the time.

As we were walking along the pavement, the sunlight gradually decreased, then ceased to be, giving way to the thick, deep blue clouds hanging overhead. A few splashes came down, evaporating almost the moment they hit the concrete pulsing still with the summer heat. We both looked up to see if it was a hallucination or the real deal. Being such rain-freaks as we were, our constant source of sorrow was the lack of rain around. We immediately stopped and seated ourselves on the closest set of stairs leading up to some bio-shop. She got up and danced around a bit, laughing, then rejoined me for a cigarette.

The clouds must've got shot from the behind, since rays of sunlight got through some holes. Then, within moments, the holes grew wider. Wind came, a quick shower ran through our faces and then the rain stopped, as if blown away by the wind. Then light again. We grimaced at each other and got going again.

We passed a long row of buildings, all having that weird tone of decay about them. As we were walking near the pub-heavy part of the street, she turned to me again.

'Wanna pop in Ibolya?'

I peaked at the entrance of the legendary establishment, then, getting closer, the bar itself. It was pretty dim in there, compared to the light outside. People were sitting in little heaps, drinking, talking, generally, having a nice time. I stared at the panel-work for a moment to reach a decision. I was wondering what kind of wood it was made of, really.

'Nah, I'd rather have a coffee,' I said, watching as she flicked the cigarette butt onto the road. We got going again.