"Yes?"
I raised my eyebrows, staring at the man standing a few steps away, clutching a crystal pad in both hands like it was some kind of offering. He smiled… nervously, the way people do when they're about to make a terrible decision.
"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you…" he began.
'Oh, you are. You really, really are.'
If I were in a real hurry to use the bathroom, I would've let my inner phoenix out and turned this corridor into a personal barbeque pit. But instead, I just smiled awkwardly and waited for him to finish whatever nonsense he'd started.
"I just—uh—I noticed you earlier," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "And I really wanted to ask if I could, um, get your contact?" He lifted the crystal pad a little, its golden glow flickering nervously between his fingers.
"Sorry?" I blinked, trying to make sure I heard that right.
