Celeste peered out the window at the morning traffic as people hurried to their offices or to the courthouse to plead their cases. She thought about dinner with Allen and texted him mentioning having more info. She marveled that locals would fret over tourist traffic that would bring much needed cash to local businesses thinking, “sometimes people lose sight.”
A steady trickle of customers were beginning to stream into the coffee shop and the chatter about the news was increasing. Celeste heard bits and pieces about tunnels near a local frisbee golf park and made note for her meeting with Allen.