Wire-Rim Hinges

I slipped through the building's front door while a courier held it open, heading down the stone steps to the cafe terrace on the corner. The sidewalk was still quiet. On top of a green wrought-iron table, someone had left a pair of wire-rimmed sunglasses folded near the edge. I climbed up via the chair seat to take a closer look. The hinges offered a firm, satisfying resistance when I pushed one temple arm outward. Checking the reflection in the dark lens gave me a clear view of the street behind me. It is practical gear, and the morning air out here beats staying cooped up inside.#Android18(AcriticalHumanNo.18)