redwood made it to the tower, sweating from the exercise. Not knowing where to put the bike, he threw it atop a grassy knoll and started to walk up the hill to the ugly tower. "Do they not know calligraphy?" He asked himself as he walked towards the tower. Once he was about 250 feet away, he retracted. Why wasn't anyone there yet? Was he the first person there? But ... it was about lunchtime, and he himself was hungry. He just didn't have the appliances to heat the chicken nor the kitchenware to set up his salad. He looked at his phone. "12:30?" He then decided to wait until 1:00 for people to show up. Otherwise, he would go home to eat.