Benjamin walked up and down a few streets, exploring and peering into shops, enjoying smells and sights. There was so much in this sleepy little town. So much livelihood. It was a good thing they were in Italy because he only knew Spanish. He could understand everyone else though, those speaking Italian, and they could understand him just fine. His English was choppy at best, never having cared to learn it. The United Stated was across an ocean and the United Kingdom was rainy and dreary. Suddenly, he felt a thirst coming on, which might not have happened if he had drank anything at breakfast, but the smell of his father had been enough to rush him out of the house. He found himself near the town square again, and seeing that there was a busy cafe open that morning, he started that way.
A little bell rang as he walked into the shop and it made him smile. Barcelona's massive stores were no match to how quaint this cafe was. After ordering something small and cold, he peered around for somewhere to sit down. My my, it was crowded. But there was so little open with the festival setting up within view. From what he'd seen it looked fun, and he figured he'd have a decent time; a day when he wasn't so bored. His drink came up and he thanked the barista. Now then, where to sit? He noticed a girl geared up for baseball and decided that was as a good place as any. "Excuse me, would you mind if I sat down? This place is so full there aren't many options." He asked, speaking softly and smiling.