Erica and Alana sat at their table on the rooftop terrace and sipped their drinks.
They talked, laughter and took photos of each other and of both of them with the ostentatious Gaudi building in the background.
When the DJ arrived they flirted with him, smoked his cigarettes and got him to buy them drinks.
At ten thirty they left the bar and went to a restaurant few minutes walk away. They were led through the restaurant and every one of the army of waiters welcomed them with a smile.
Sometimes, life is just perfect, thought Erica.