Brigid kept walking with her head low as her suitcase rolled behind her with the faint click-click of tired plastic wheels on linoleum tiles. Her medium puffy coat swayed slightly with each step, hood partially shadowing her face even though they were indoors.
She looked… done.
Not mad. Not sad. Just very disinterested in literally everything happening around her—like the type of girl who could walk past a raging monster and not even blink.
Marcus and Sarah trailed close.
They bickered over a very complicated map that looked like it was designed by someone who'd never seen buildings in real life.
"I don't understand…"
Marcus muttered, twisting the paper left, then upside-down, then sideways like it might unlock a cheat code.
"The building's map says the girl's dressing room should be right here somewhere."
Sarah side-eyed him as she walked, brushing one of her braids behind her ear.
"Uh-huh. And flipping it like a pancake helps how exactly?"
