People came and went and didn’t even glance at her. They were either eating or talking with their lunch companion or chatting it up on their cellies. Peaches loved the fact that no one was paying any attention to her, and she kept trying to tell herself that fitting in here may be easier than she thought. Miami was definitely a different vibe from the small city she was born and raised in. And after being cooped up in the metal box for ten days, fresh air was . . . so refreshing. After the grueling three-day journey, The Sea Voyager had finally docked at the Port of Miami. It took two and a half hours for the giant cranes to unload the cargo container she was in and another hour before Frank could get her out unseen and on her way. The first thing she did after setting feet on dry land was find a pay phone, which was a harder task than anticipated, but when she did she called the number her father had given her. The man who answered asked if she had money and told her to catch a cab to this specific restaurant, and here she was waiting.
