Stay with me

Chapter X

On a Thursday morning, I spoke with Laura on the phone and told her that I wanted to see her on that day as she was still home waiting for the next university bus while I was in class trying to understand what the professor was explaining. When she arrived, I took my backpack and quit the session right after the last speech was given and head directly to where the lady and I had to meet.
-“good morning!” she said surprised
-“good morning”
We got into an empty room and sat in front of each other like always, and talked about long and endless topics that would cross our minds.
-“ can I go have lunch first? I’m hungry” she stated.
-“alright” I said “five minutes and I’ll go with you there”
We kept on talking till suddenly an adventurous idea came through my mind. A trip? No. A party? No. A lunch in one of the famous places in the heart of the city.
-“follow me” I rushed like always, going fast together to get the next bus to the main train station to get there the fastest way possible.
When we reached the destination, Laura and I got into the huge building where everything was available there; high quality cafes, restaurants, a garden, and even a huge library where all kind of books were sold.
We started with the food court floor, looking between the tables for an eye attracting cuisine where we could enjoy the delicious served food. We checked restaurants around and fell into an Italian one that was truly on demand. We stood on the queue, then ordered plates that we were excited to try.
We took a seat at a table and continued on the open-ended conversation that was still going. 
-“ people set money as an objective nowadays instead of living reality of life; they go after luxury and all that.”
-“ right, marketing plays a big role in that, it seduces them totally” she added.
-“you see, even making money itself is not that hard for today’s society. There are many ways to make money” I interrupted myself with the glass of water “for example, you can rob”.
Laura began to laugh from her heart hearing me start with that example, we might have been amateur politicians, but we were very good at understanding the game of money. Her and I viewed power rather than something anyone can have access to it. Power is limited seat; it might have a hierarchy but remains a dangerous weapon to defeat.
As we were running out of time, we left the place quick and went downstairs to the library. We made a general view, looking at philosophers, writers that we were truly fond of, then we eventually moved to the literature section where we spent time reading certain pages from the books.
We took a corner, and began to listen to whoever was reading, whether it was me or her. When I began to read, the girl was listening attentively and whenever I said a new word, I stopped to explain it in short. Laura wanted to read as well, I laid my head on the wall, and I felt her voice going through my head which made me wander in a whole new world.
Among those well written novels, I showed Laura some banned books that revealed the true face of the world that is barely seen by few of us who really are concerned with reality of societies.
-“welcome to reality of power of literacy” I said pointing at a specific book.
She held the pamphlet and opened the first few pages then read the content of it. She seemed to like it, her eyes couldn’t leave the lines printed on those powerful papers, she was completely connected to it.
-“we have to go. The meeting you have, remember?”
-“right!”
We left the library with the special novel we found and got two post cards to mark that day.
Laura and I then took the way downstairs to get to the cafe where we could do our assignments while drinking our coffee. We started to work on our laptops until when in a in a blink of an eye we returned to the world war topic which was the most interesting event we always loved to mention about history. The city we were in was censored for people talking about events like those because the latter had a horrible impact on them throughout history. We talked very low, having our heads close, that we barely could hear one another.
After a long discussion, we set aside our devices and tried to live the old way with those post cards we bought, she took hers and began to write in her mother tongue language a memorable message to me, and I did the same for her on my card to note this remarkable day.