Don guided the Bentley through the east side streets of New Coral City, the engine's refined sound carrying through the cloudy afternoon hum.
The area felt lived-in but not rundown—rows of older brick buildings mixed with fresh construction scaffolding, it was clearly a fast developing area.
Outdoor seating spilled onto the sidewalks from several spots, locals nursing coffees or early beers while kids darted between tables under watchful eyes.
A light breeze carried the faint scent of salt from the distant bay, mixing with grilled meats and exhaust.
He pulled up outside **The Salty Anchor**, a medium-tier seafood restaurant and bar tucked into a corner lot.
The sign featured a weathered wooden anchor wrapped in rope and stylized waves, painted in deep blues and greens with a touch of gold that caught the light.
