Evening.
Leng Kai held two cans of Dr. Pepper, standing at the entrance of the cinema.
The streets thronged with people and vehicles, few with black hair.
Protestors carrying signs with a crossed-out photo of Old Bideng passed by, another sign read "Step Down."
In Georgetown, protests burst forth from time to time, opposing different concerns on different days—today they demand the House of Representatives be closed, tomorrow a governance step down, the day after, they push for communism.
Protestors often confronted county police in front of the White House, pelting stones, brawling, resulting in severe injuries; the media would then gloss over the events, parading few county police apologies and dismissals.
Having stayed in the Sethiyan Federation for over two years, Leng Kai was no longer surprised.
He waited nearly 15 minutes before Wang Mingxue finally arrived in her sports car. She rolled down the window, smiling, "Sorry, I'm a bit late."
