"Ave, we're not going to be let into Sinclair street without an invite, I hope you know that?" Seth asked as they drew closer to the street, due to Aveline's perfect interpretation of the internet map.
"Yeah you're absolutely right. It's–" she looked into the screen. "It's 9:45am, already. The guests would be trooping in by the time we arrive. There has to be a way to get in."
"With the invite, yes. But without it?" He shrugged.
Aveline bit her lips as she thought about a possible solution to another obstacle that has reared its ugly head.
"Nothing yet?" He asked after they had driven a while.
Aveline looked at the time. "It's 10am, and we're about ten miles away from the street."
"I was talking about the plan to get in, Aveline."
"Oh, I know. I'm just doing that thing where you talk about the less important thing so the really important thing doesn't look like a burden. If that makes sense." She bit before lips nervously again, as her foot tapped relentlessly on the floor.
