Half an hour to finish breakfast.
"Where to?"
As they exited the breakfast shop, Flossie Wright rubbed her sore arms and inquired of Perry Reed.
Glancing at the crowd bustling on the street, Perry Reed frowned slightly, "You decide."
Once again, he tossed the question back to Flossie.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie asked, "You don't have an opinion?"
"Hmm."
"Ha."
Flossie couldn't help but laugh.
She lifted her eyes to the busy street, where tall buildings towered, the crowd ebbed and flowed, and the traffic was incessant, bustling with life, as if everyone had a destination, a purpose.
Haah.
Flossie curled her lips into a smile, but it was a bitter one.
It was too far away.
Standing still on the street, she could guess the identities and even the intentions of the passersby by their attire and movements.
But...
What of it? It had nothing to do with them.
In this city, both of them were outsiders; to the life here, they didn't fit in.
