Matthew
Celeste and I agree, instead of heeding any of the Lycan's suggestions, that we are going to find our new underground parking stalls, park our cars, and go check out the harbor to see what all the fuss is about. It's a beautiful, scenic spot—and it's not exclusive to anyone based on discriminatory laws. There's too much valuable labor that requires all echelons. When it is done being developed then the authorities will be able to cherry-pick who comes and who goes but that will be a while yet. For now, it is fair game.
We find our parking stalls, unable to park beside each other this time—there are a few vehicles between us. Since Celeste's car is a little farther away I meet her at her bumper, taking her hand once her doors are locked, both of us taking notice of how much bigge
