A knock came from Lucian's holding room door , two soft taps that almost blended with the low hum of the monitors.
"Come in," he said absent-mindedly, eyes still glued to the digital map spread across his tablet. Colored dots pulsed across the screen, each representing a rider in motion. His stylus hovered mid-air as he calculated possible routes.
The door creaked open slowly.
"Hello…?" a gentle voice called.
Lucian paused momentarily. The stylus slipped from his fingers and rolled across the desk. He lifted his head , and froze.
Tracy.
For a second he wondered if he had misheard or imagined her. She stood just inside the doorway, sunglasses resting on her head now instead of her eyes, fingers lightly clutching the strap of her purse as if she wasn't entirely sure she should be there.
"Oh— uh… you can come in," he said, straightening in his chair. He gestured awkwardly toward the couch beside the wall. "You can sit."
