First floor lobby, Thursday

[intotheout]

Another year, another afternoon spent in the lobby, selling tickets to a dance and trying not to fidget too obviously in her seat.

Was this whole thing easier when you were attracted to people? Harder? She imagined with attraction you at least knew a little better what to do about it, right?

Anyway. Tip was here, behind the table, attempting to meditate between ticket sales. Because that was going to help. Meditation.

Ugh.

[open for all your ticket sale needs!]