Soon after they stepped out of the Grand Terminal, Alan spotted a stone bench under the shade of a tall tree overlooking the entire water bay, offering am extensive view of the ocean.
He didn't even say anything, he just pointed to the bench, and the group collapsed on it.
Alan sat down sideways, half-lying against the cold stone backrest, while Julia took the spot beside him, Iris opted for the ground, resting her back against the bench's base, and Lucian leaned into the trunk of the tree, flipping the pages of his little book.
Sparky scaled the tree, perching himself on a long branch like a bird rather than a cat.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, just simply gazing at the view ahead of them until Iris broke the peaceful silence.
"So." She started, her voice low. "What's the actual plan?"
"I don't know..." Alan groaned, leaning his head against the cold stone.
