They are our friends and teachers but will never be like us.
He makes notes of everything she points put, just taking it all in, their walk relaxed, the day nice..
"It reminds me of the places where some of my friends from college live, tho they don't have their own restaurant"
He smiles..
"I live at the top of an office building my parents own, it's cool..but sometimes.."
He lets his voice trail off as he remembers how young Olga is..
He can't help but laugh when she makes the comment about her mom doing the voting..
"My mom does that kind of thing sometimes"