Time: 19:30. Location: Sweet Hills entrance.
6 days until the honey festival.
A spider web of Christmas lights hang from the lower supports of the bridge, painting the faces of the students and the surface of the river with changing colors. Rhythmic beats thunder from speakers and stereos, driven by the DJ's mixing desk. People drink, jump, and dance, guided by the beating of their hearts and the experimentation of being young.
From a distance on the increasingly dark road, a police car waits with its lights off, and its occupants watch the scene with binoculars to make sure the party doesn't get out of control... Which is unlikely because as the colloquial saying goes: Nothing ever happens in Sweet Hills, and that's a good thing. Officer Rahaman opens the coffee thermos and shares a cup of the steaming liquid with Butter. Neither looks excited about the task at hand.
