The lobby around him had not slowed. If anything it had gotten busier — more people through the doors, more conversations at the teller windows, more purposeful movement between desks. Everyone with something to do and somewhere to be.
Elias sat in his chair with his folder and felt the particular invisibility of a person whom a busy room has decided isn’t part of its business. The lobby around him had not slowed. If anything it had gotten busier — more people through the doors, more conversations at the teller windows, more purposeful movement between desks.