He’s got a phone in his pocket and a tablet in his hands. His khakis would have been pressed and crisp this morning, but bear creases and soft wrinkles from a day of work. His belt is dark brown and woven. He moves to stand by the door, facing the corner made by the railing and the door, his left hand holding the bar, a silver chunky watch on his wrist.

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