"...That's alright, Maria, thank you."
The man shook his head, denying the waiter, and continued to look outside with a distant gaze, taking a sip every other second.
He appeared to be in his late fifties with a meticulously groomed beard, sharp, discerning grey eyes, and ear-length dark-blue hair that he styled to the left, giving him a noble look.
His eyes were stuck on the plaza, scanning its features as if it were a painting.
One that was unlike anything on this Earth he called home.
It was as if all the other sectors remained frozen in the past while this place moved forward, traveling to the future.
A testament to human ambition that bore distinct marks of the Big Eight.
Horizon Holdings' towering skyscrapers dominated the skyline, their facades shimmering with holographic advertisements and digital displays.
