A Closer Look

Stepped away from the chair. Across the table, a thick stack of glossy magazines caught the morning glare. I walked over, boots tapping lightly against the polished wood, and reached out. A pair of wireless earbuds rested right on top of a street style cover. I adjusted my glasses with one knuckle and leaned in. The case felt cold, smooth plastic under my palm. I nudged it slightly until it lined up square with the printed sneaker layout beneath. Balanced. Just right.