As John spoke, Nathaniel's brain went through charts and maps to where Atlanta was. Georgia, in the South, a red state. John didn't strike Nathaniel as conservative, but one could never tell.
Their drinks and chips were brought to the table. Nathaniel thanked the server and took a swallow from his water. He could feel himself starting to relax, the tension in his shoulders easing.
"Did you come here to act?" he asked. Was that a rude question?