TMTYLI

10.2

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𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖢𝖺𝗍𝗍 /ᐠ - ˕ -マ~
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It was close to 40 minutes from Toledo to Consuegra.

Consuegra was the background where Don Quixote, who was traveling with Sancho, mistook a windmill for a giant and fought.

It was a small town with nothing special to see other than the windmill on the hill, but the scenery overlooking the village from the top of the hill and the windmill were lonely and beautiful.

The windmill with a pointed cone-shaped roof on a white column was huge. Seeing the huge wings move by themselves in the wind, they thought Don Quixote might have mistaken that size and movement for a giant.

"Shall we have coffee before going to Seville?"

"Good."

The two entered a cafe below the village. After ordering an espresso and Americano with ice, Lucino left for a moment to find the restroom.

Anna looked inside the cafe, looking at the bright sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling window. The noise made by some customers was all in Spanish. It seemed like they were probably villagers living here.

As she was staring blankly at the orange juice machine across the bar, wondering if oranges were put into that machine and then squeezed and sold right away, a man as tall as a mulberry tree approached Anna.

The man looked at Anna with a hazy look, speaking in incomprehensible Spanish. Anna, sitting in a chair, looked at him with a curious look.

Then the man suddenly spat on his palm and extended his hand as if to shake Anna's hand.

What the hell is this?

It was an absurd act. Anna sat motionless at the incomprehensible act. The sunshine in the cafe was bright and warm, but everyone inside was only talking about their own stories.

For a moment, Anna fell into the uneasy illusion that she and this strange man were alone in her cafe.

She was scared. There are so many people, why is there no one... They don't care, do they? Even the cafe owner over the bar didn't care about them.

It was then.

Lucino approached the man with a fierce tone, speaking not English but Spanish. Judging by his momentum, voice intonation, and facial expression, Lucino was angry.

Like a fire-breathing dinosaur, Lucino seemed to be hurling harsh abuses at a man.

Lucino, who was taller and much bigger than this strange man, walked up to the man, grabbed him by the collar, and pushed him back forcefully.

Then the man, as thin as a rolling pin, stumbled and fell. Lucino spat between the legs of the man who fell down.

The man, pushed by the harsh force, took a step backwards and ran out of the cafe without even looking back.

There was a dispute, but the people in the cafe only glanced at them and did not report them to the police. They just looked at it with interest.

Anna was very surprised by what happened so quickly. And then she realized what was going on.

Although she couldn't understand, the man made sexually harassing comments to her. The act of spitting on her palm and shaking her hand seemed to indicate that she was selling her body.