At the bottle light

It was Friday afternoon when two friends decided to go to an exposition with a bottle of wine in a plastic bag. There's something about going to museums that make us feel cultivated when most of the times we don't even understand most of what we are staring at.
In the building we found an old Brazilian lady who began a conversation. At first, I didn't want to stay there talking with her, I wanted to appreciate the art. But she doesn't read thoughts, so she continued and it would be rude to stop her, so we stayed. Who knew that we managed to learn more though this woman's experiences than with the place we were supposed to. In the end she commented our tobacco smell in a not so nice way. YOU SMOKE HAN?, she asked. We figured it was time to leave...
Leaving the place we figured that we didn't want to go home just yet, so we walked to a viewpoint to enjoy the sunset, took a bunch of photos, talked about life and laugh.
The sun was setting and the wine was almost over. We sat down surrounding a light on the floor. I did put our bottle on the light and it created a beautiful yellow light that attracted a sirian girl. She was taking pictures and we had to ask, Are you taking photos of us?. She was, but that was just fine. We simply wanted them after. She sat down with us on the floor and told us her story. We agreed we would go out some day.
I don't know if we will but that was, absolutely, a precious sharing sunset.