"Alan?! Oh wow, I didn't recognize you with the beard." Timothy moved over to Alan's table. Alan rose and gave him a generous hug. "It's been -"
"Years. Yeah. Not since Austrum. Good to see you! What are you doing now?"
"Working for my Dad, property management and sales." He pulled his name tag out of his jacket pocket and flashed it, Wallace properties. "I was just over at the Register of Deeds doing a title search for a client. Glad they connected all this." Seven years ago, the Colby county offices and Register of Deeds had been relocated beside the Historical Merrimon Library and Museum. Both buildings were conjoined by several interconnected walkways and pedestrian bridges. At the time, Alan had disliked the increase in traffic, but had since enjoyed the convenience on occasion.
"Yeah. It's become a bit of a crossroads."