I crouched behind the low-lying wall of the spectator seating; it still offered me a clear view of the adjacent street, but I quickly began to realise that the cover was not as adequate as I'd thought. 'What are you two doing out of your seats?'
The steward was human, and judging by how he clutched onto his note filled book, he'd have likely chosen to work on the racetrack of his own accord. He kept flicking through page after page as if searching for some particular point of reference that he might have missed. This man was a bureaucrat if ever I'd seen one.
'Right,' Cali answered before he had a chance to say something else. Then she punched me in the arm when she caught the steward's eye again. 'I apologise; my boyfriend felt a bit queasy. The big baby can't cope around large crowds. We'll return to our seats now, though.'
