Ian's POV

Meeting at a road side restaurant was a good idea. At least I got to endure Ted's shit while I breathed in fresh air.

We both sat opposite each other on wooden seats. A round table separated us and had two plates of chicken on it. We were seated on the clobbered sidewalk and air as natural and clean as ocean water drifted into my nostrils occasionally.

People trekked past us and went about their various business. On the other side of the road was a tall skyscraper which towered fiercely above the other buildings around it. Cars filled the road and ran on the city's tar, occasionally...