Erasing Sienna

~SIENNA POV~

Lisbon doesn't smell like the expensive cedarwood and imported tobacco that used to cling to Rafael's suits.

It smells like saltwater, diesel fumes from the yellow trams, and the constant, salty scent of grilled sardines flowing through the narrow alleys of Alfama.

It's a loud city, but honestly? I love the noise.

The noise means people are alive. The noise means I'm just one of a mil