Of course, she had no idea what the exchange rate was. For all she knew, it might have only cost fifty cents. She also wasn’t completely sure what flavor she’d ordered. Cherry, she’d thought, but she’d gotten four scoops of something white. Apparently her high school Spanish, in which she’d gotten perfect test scores, had rusted during the last few years. She contemplated the three-story, rectangular building that housed the lab. It was lovely, with plenty of windows and lots of trees on the grounds, and the lobby was bright and spacious, but she could see nice buildings in New York. She wanted to explore. Koenraad had said they’d be here for an hour. As long as she was back in forty minutes, there shouldn’t be a problem. Across the street was a park that looked promising. She strolled through it, crunching on the assorted sugary toppings of her treat and trying not to get drips of melting ice cream all over her dress. The park was smaller than she’d realized, taking less than a minute to cross.
