It was the end of the afternoon, in one of the main cities of the Mexican country.
Lucas and Estrella were in a wealthy district passing by big houses, villas and mansions, closing in on the biggest one in the vicinity. Or at least that was what a bird would see from its work place in the sky - how could people consider it their home instead? - since it wouldn't have to care about all the corners the human urbanists have added to their planning. And even that was better than the unplanned zones that were as if made to torture the soul and pulled those with below average senses of direction in craziness.
Anyway, the sun was not far from totally disappearing and the sparse number of people on the streets allowed the couple to avoid attention more easily. As for the rest of the focus that was unneeded for the navigation work, a closer person would notice it redirected to a conversation in low voice.
