Chapter 28

The guy at the window remains oblivious. His fingers fly away over his keyboard.

“Perfect for what?” I ask.

“For an invitation.” Varujan seems to marvel over him as if he’s interpreting a painting on the wall. “He wants to be noticed. He does not seek it outwardly, but his posture and expressive style suggest he does not need to belong, making him stand out.”

“Not necessarily. Maybe he’s just stylish in his own way.”

“His style begs recognition. Why else would he be here? The band and I would consider him a prime opportunity. On days past, I would have approached him, asked him about his hat or tattoos, and once we bonded, I would invite him to hear my band.”

“Just like that?” I ask. “Vestibules didn’t scare people when they stepped inside?”