A truck rolled past Caelus's vision. Horns went off down the block. The wind pushed an empty cup along the curb.
Caelus stood on the curb, his eyes wide open.
He stared at the people and the speeding vehicles with a slowly growing dread. He knew this street. He knew the deli on the corner and the tall buildings over his head. People walked around him. Some looked back at him strangely.
"Hey, kid." A man stepped into his vision. He was a big guy with a work vest and a coffee in his hand. "If you are fine, then move. I still have to get to my job. You cannot be serious right now."
Caelus stared blankly at the guy.
"So, are you going to move, kid?" he added, clearly irritated.
In the end, Caelus moved off the curb, letting the man pass.
"Waste of time." He clicked his tongue as he walked off.
"Caelus." Just then, a tall man called out.
