Not long after, Nick pulled the car to a stop and turned toward me. "The next lane is too narrow for the car. Two people can pass side by side, but that's it. We'll get off here and walk."
We stepped out together. He was right—the path was tight, just wide enough for two. The setting sun fell across the gray walls, and the red blooms climbing over them seemed to glow in the fading light, as if the place itself was breathing softly with the evening.
"This place is far from the main roads," I said, looking around. "How did you even find it?"
Nick slipped his hands into his pockets, walking at an easy pace beside me. "I found it years ago by accident. This part of the city used to be something else—older roots, older structures. White walls, dark tiles, built close together. You don't see lanes like this in most southern areas."
