Waiting patiently for Cliff to descend beside her, Esther glanced to her side, watching a few cows munch on the grass. When her buddy had finally hit the floor, she returned her attention to him.

The festival, off in the distance, was a blur of colors tucked between buildings. It was like a picture in a book, or maybe a painting. Certainly didn't seem like the place she lived and worked in every day. Hugging her knees up to her chest, Esther shrugged. "Stillwater isn't exactly a bustling city. Fresh air's all around, dummy."