Eliza had visited Cambridge a dozen or so times before but that was of no help to her in finding the place where they were supposed to meet. "The great oak collection at the University Gardens in Maidstone" didn't really ring a bell in her head and she had warned Alfred about that. Nevertheless thanks to the wonders of the neural net she eventually found her way to the right place. The weather was nice and she enjoyed the caressing touch of the sun's rays which reminded her of home. After a moment more she spotted the man carelessly puffing his pipe while sitting at a table littered with papers in the distance and figured that was most likely the interviewer that she was supposed to meet. The girl quickened her walking phase and hastily made her way to him. Hi, you must be Albert? Sorry for being late, she said with a shy smile and a guilty expression.
