A meal stretched out over two hours.
Maple Swallow drank a little wine and called his assistant over to take him to the company.
Trenton Smith sat alone in the private room for a while, finishing the last cigarette from the pack before he finally stood up and left.
The streets were filled with all sorts of people. He strolled casually with his hands in his pockets, oblivious to the amazed stares from the passersby.
Without Norris Moore, he didn't really feel like going anywhere, nor did he know where to go.
It felt as though there was a void within him, as if the wind could blow right through, and suddenly he felt like a nomad with no place to fill this emptiness.
Bored, he went to the city center square to feed pigeons, until the crowd around him grew, much like the pigeons swarming near him, compelling him to extricate himself from the crowd.
