It was raining hard. The cold wind was blowing rain into Sam’s eyes and his face was frozen. People were hurrying along the street, trying to shield themselves from the terrible weather. Sam ran into a café to shelter from the rain. A waitress came to take his order. She was wearing a black dress with a white apron. She was polite and seemed kind. Soon, Sam was eating his sandwich, drinking his coffee, and starting to feel warmer. He was looking out of the window when he saw a boy walking into the bank. He was carrying something. Sam wondered what it could be.

Estava chovendo forte. O vento frio lançava a chuva nos olhos de Sam e seu rosto estava congelado. As pessoas apressavam-se pela rua, tentando se proteger do clima terrível. Sam correu para dentro de um café para se abrigar da chuva. Uma garçonete veio anotar seu pedido. Ela vestia um vestido preto com um avental branco. Era educada e parecia gentil. Logo, Sam estava comendo seu sanduíche, bebendo seu café e começando a se sentir mais aquecido. Ele olhava pela janela quando viu um garoto entrando no banco. O garoto carregava algo. Sam se perguntou o que poderia ser.