Lisa’s POV
I sat quietly at our table while the rest laughed and chatted cheerfully. I smiled every now and then, only speaking when someone asked me a question. I couldn't keep up with everything they were talking about. I was having a hard time understanding, especially since most of them were speaking in English—and too fast at that.
It’s not that I don’t understand English at all, but I’m just not used to hearing it spoken that quickly and casually, like it’s their everyday language.
We’re at a bar tonight. There’s a band playing live up front, and I think you can even request songs from them. It’s actually okay here—better than I expected. The only kind of bar I knew before was the noisy, wild kind, with drinking, flashing colored lights, and, if the rumors were true, even half-naked dancers. That’s what people back home usually say.
But this place is calm. We’re on the rooftop of a building, the wind is cool, and the stars above us are clearly visible. There are only a few table
