Enamel Grid

I pressed my flat forehead against a yellow square magnet stuck near the base of the refrigerator door. Ssst... It resisted with a stiff scrape, then slid smoothly across the white enamel. I shoved it upward until its edge met the bottom lip of a blue tile magnet. A sudden click from the compressor rattled through the door panel. I froze instantly on all four stubby feet, rigid against the metal. Composure returned once the steady hum settled. With two careful nudges of my chin, I guided a green square into the remaining corner. Four squares, flush and balanced. Ssst... Order on the metal face.