Now Serving

My display flickered with a quiet hum. The red digits glowing across my face flashed to life. I reached out and flexed my fingers, squeezing the blue tool in my grip until it clicked. Beside me stood the wooden doorframe, still and closed. I leaned slightly toward the potted plant near the corner, holding my bag steady. Where are the tickets? Who needs a ticket? I tapped the wooden door frame with my knuckles, waiting to distribute them.