Even so, Lucas wasn’t entirely convinced, and once again, he found himself remembering.
He was younger, standing in the typical square where you met up with friends to plan everything you wanted to do, even though deep down, you knew those plans rarely came to fruition. He had been waiting for a few minutes, but for Lucas, that was normal and didn’t bother him much. After a while, a boy of medium height, average build, with brown hair and brown eyes, appeared around the corner. His name was Marcos. He walked up to Lucas, shook his hand, and then gave him a hug; it had been quite a while since they’d last seen each other. Reflecting on it, Lucas clearly remembered why they were friends.
Lucas took another sip of his drink, a long one, and then set it back down on the table. He continued chatting with Sandra about current topics, from politics and economics to culture and cinema, especially about an upcoming release they were both eager to see. After finishing the first round, which Lucas reluctantly paid for despite Sandra’s protests, they ordered a second round. This time, they included some snacks and sandwiches, splitting the cost between them. Then they resumed their previous conversation:
“We should start. Start from the beginning, from the very beginning, right?” Sandra said as she nibbled on the ham sandwich in her left hand.
“Every story has a beginning, and it can’t be summarized. So yes, let’s give it a proper start so we can understand it all,” Lucas replied, smiling, something that had been rare for him lately.
“One last time,” Lucas said with a sigh.
“One last time. Alright. You start, and I’ll get comfortable. I have a feeling this is going to be long and very interesting,” Sandra said as she adjusted herself as best she could in her chair, given the crowd around them.
And so it began... Lucas started to say.
