#gilza

Gil furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the map on his phone, and read the street sign a third time. According to Google Maps, the Middle Eastern bakery that he’d found on the internet was just around the corner, off on a side street, but it wasn’t this side street. 

He double backed again. He hadn’t expected the Next Town Over to be quite so windy. Not that this was his first time here, but it was his first time with a specific agenda in mind, but ah — yes, he finally found the place, pushed open the little door, and sighed.

Taking a moment to glance at the pastries, he paced back and forth a bit before he decided to step into the line, and nearly collided with the person coming into the front door.

“Oh — excuse me, sorry,” he said, holding out a hand, and then looked up to find one of the RAS biggest files staring back at him. 

-Que feliz estoooooooooooooy:)))) Cada dia mas aprendes de la vida.

Gracias familia por estar siempre junto de mi. 

SIEMPRE VALORA LO QUE TIENES EN SU MOMENTO SI NO CUANDO NO LAS TENGAS TE ARREPENTIRAS!!!