Bab 66: Dear Brother-In-Law II

While the air was still cruel with its attacks against the skin, the white clouds that had formed in the sky over that course of one day when the country experienced snowfall for the first time in years were replaced by the usual dark cover. Aines stopped outside the door of a corner bistro in the 1st. His golden locks were tied up in a straight ponytail, his hands buried his pockets. He possessed a care free attitude. The leather jacket he wore made his appearance radiate with the punk and edgy energy he was very fond of.

Aberdeen was, in a sense, very different from London. The streets were noticeably less crowded in comparison to his home city but Aberdeen was exquisitely marvelous to observe. It was peaceful and at certain times of the day one could enjoy the cityscape through the tranquility it would provide.