"Bye madritta! Bye padritto! Don't forget to escribir me!"
The car sprang away at once, a blonde woman waving franatucally back to the sixteen year-old, who was grinning like a silly six year-old. Floriano hopped, carrying his luggage in one hand, until he entred to courtayard. Throwing around a look, he gapped like a chil in a candy shop, and hummed brightly. "So pretty!!!" he clapped his hands and leapt around his a circle, then he stopped, his eyes sparking.
"So... how am I supposed to get around?" he asked himself, not afraid to give it the tone as if he was talking to someone else.
