"Why are we even here?"Zevian looked around the busy commercial district with his hands tucked into his pockets."Because I need new headphones," Miles replied."You could've ordered them online.""And miss the experience?""What experience?""Shopping.""Sounds exhausting."Miles stopped walking."You grew up in Veycrest and somehow know less about downtown than I do.""I know Veycrest.""You know convenience stores, cheap restaurants, bus routes, and places that give student discounts.""Exactly. The important parts."Miles shook his head.Veycrest City was one of the country's major commercial centers. Corporate towers dominated its downtown districts, while luxury neighborhoods, prestigious schools, entertainment districts, and countless businesses stretched throughout the sprawling city.Zevian had lived here for as long as he could remember.But his Veycrest had been very different.He grew up at Willowbrook Children's Home, a modest orphanage far removed from the glittering do