Del Mar, La Perdita. The next day, in the morning.
"You bought the Fish Factory? Are you mad?"
Priest was standing in front of the large, brick walled old building, shaking his head.
Next to him, Edulcore Cicciotto smiled triumphantly. "Yes. It's mine, now!"
The big bald African American soldier from the future turned toward his friend. "And why in the world you have spent all the last of your money to buy this hole? The stench can be smelled from Puerta Mibela!"
Euro looked back, still smiling. "First, the smell will go after the restoration. Second, I love this kind of old building. Third, now that we need a true occupation, there is only one profession I know: cook. So, the Fish Factory will be a restaurant!"
Priest's eyes open wide. "You are going to open a restaurant? Now, with the fall of tourism trade on the island?"
Euro took a step back, like to embrace the place with a single look. "It will not be just a restaurant, Jon. Rose has some ideas for the place..." As he said the name Rose, his right hand raised above his shoulder, and the thumb pointed behind him, to the beach, where a pretty woman in bikini, evidently pregnant, was waving her hands joyfully at Priest. A small kid with dreadlocks was playing near her.
"Ed, don't tell me she's the babysitter of Eddie, I wouldn't buy it..." said Priest, one corner of his lips raising up maliciously.
"Nah, she's the magician that performed at Jake's. Me and her have been quite... close... recently..." said Euro.
"How much recently?" asked Priest.
"... nine months. Nearly."
