The rain didn't just fall in Porto; it reclaimed the city. It slicked the cobblestones of the Ribeira and turned the Douro into a churning ribbon of slate.
"The 500 bus is delayed," Elias said softly, his voice gravelly but kind. "The hills turn into rivers on days like this." encosta_te_a_mim
Elias shifted, making room on the narrow bench. He didn’t offer a map or a phone; he offered the only thing that actually helps when the world feels chaotic. The rain didn't just fall in Porto; it reclaimed the city
The girl looked up, startled. A tear, or perhaps just a raindrop, tracked down her cheek. "I’m late for an interview. My phone died. I don’t... I don't know where I am, exactly." "The hills turn into rivers on days like this
"Encosta-te a mim," he said, gesturing to the space beside him. Lean on me.