Headphone over his ears, Logan Haley swayed gently side to side, making his way through the crowd. The boy, almost a man, was all of 6' and carried a sign that said [i]ALL AROUND THE WORLD[/i]. As his song ended, Logan heard as much as he saw the orange haired youth balancing the poorly hidden box of tequila and shouting, what the boy's half forgotten foreign language class helped identify as, Spanish into his phone.

"I just have to wait..." the redhead sighed while he looked down at his phone.

Logan silently sidled up behind the man and, grinning all the while, whispered into the redhead's ear, 

"Fausto Cornel, I presume?"