The Párisi Udvar in Budapest, Hungary. Arcade/department store/ galleria built 1907-1913, in a mix of styles- venetian gothic, orientalism, jugendstil, renaissance.
"Are we really doing this?"
Ysabela took a deep breath and opened her eyes to meet Faith’s, light brown with flecks of gold in the sunlight. “Yeah…I mean, I think so. It feels right. Doesn’t it?” A hesitant smile pulled at her lips, and she reached out to take Faith’s hand, squeezing her fingers gently to reassure her. “If you want to, then I want to.”
"I think we can pull through."
"It’s just…" Ysabela shook her head, frustrated that Faith couldn’t seem to understand what she was trying to say. "It’s almost too messed up. All these people, everyone’s involved in our business now." As if on cue, her phone rang, the old fashioned ring tone clashing with the brightness of her screen as it light up, "Unknown Number" flashing on the display. She picked it up and hurled it at the wall with a yell, where it hit the beige paint with a loud thump and fell to the floor.
"We can’t do this anymore."
The words sent a shiver down Ysabela’s spine, and she crossed her arms across her chest even tighter, fingers digging into her skin. “Maybe you’re right.” She struggled to keep her voice emotionless, standing with her back to Faith so she wouldn’t have to hide the hurt etched into her features. Through the window, the quad bustled with its usual activity, students weaving in and out of the crowd like ants scurrying back to the hill. Ysabela focused on one backpack after the other, following their progress to keep her mind occupied, as if she could avoid what was happening in the room despite being present in it. “It’s over.” She forced herself to stay still long after she heard the door close.