#04.27

I was in a gallery/art supplies shop in an old town of a town I've never been to. My mom was with me, she was looking for something. She came to a guy that was in his late 20s, had a beard and was quite tall. They clicked and started talking about yarn or something, it went on for a long time. I got bored, so I started hurrying her. The guy said something to me and we had a small talk, it was nice. Apparently he could speak in French, Russian, English and Lithuanian. It seemed impressive and I kind of wanted to continue our talk but my mom was ready to go and so we went. The old town was really *old*, the architecture was amazing, the buildings were chunky and tall, there were lots of shadows. The paths were narrow and winding. It felt cozy but not like home, it was clear that we're foreigners. At some point I told my sis about the guy and while talking about him I realized that I kinda liked him. My sis noticed that and told me to go back to him. I think I did, even though I don't recall much. I only remember talking with him and feeling excited and amazed, definitely developed a crush on him.