A row of people pepper themselves along the brick boundary of the riverbed. These people act out everyday conversations. One couple notice a boutique, a group of children recount a lazy school morning.

Another group weigh their lunch option; one guy is in the mood for pizza, another craves noodles and the only girl begs her boyfriend to order cheeseburgers. Her boyfriend prefers egg salad.

As these people talk crowds pass back and forth, waving through the pedestrian walkway overlooking the expansive river. Some of the waves could be college kids or recent grads celebrating with their families, maybe a crowd is visiting the city for the first time, enjoying the concrete skyline.

An older man has his close friend pose by a theater as his wife invite their daughter to join. The man insists on the photo but struggles to utilize the camera but after a brief struggles he succeeds. The group rejoices. Another group is motivated to take a photo and soon the theater is a regular tourist attraction. Some people stay on their phones unfazed by the sights surrounding them. A living city functions by the crowds flowing through its streets.

Ice tea can be good sometimes. Other times it is made rather poorly. If you need to quench your thirst, you could do a lot worst than getting an iced tea made organic from a local food stall. The brewer may have the smile of a saint but the question is clear: is the iced tea any good? The struggle for a drink is intense, any moment you can collapse from thirst. Light headed, tongue reduced to dust. But a stand serving iced tea may grace your eyes and excite the tongue. With a pep in your step, you decide to order the iced tea from the divine brewer.

You watch her serve the golden, shining beverage into its humble cup. The plastic immediately dampens from its precious contents. A straw is placed inside. A lemon and mint leaf enters the drinks, your anticipation heightens from the presentation of your masterfully crafted cup of iced tea. You pay her for the fine work, taking your first sip at your leave.

What do you know? You ordered sugar water. Not iced tea. Not water with mint and lemon. Sugar water. At least your thirst had been sedated, from the disappointment anyways.