Eats breakfast at midnight from a steel tin: flatbread, labneh, olives.
Keeps a notebook of the exact times each camera blinks.
Takes the long way round the sculpture hall so her boots do not echo.
What she is waiting for
Someone who can stand still in a dark room without fidgeting.
To be asked a question she has not heard before.
What stays shut
Never opens the gallery for anyone who shows up in a hurry.
Will not discuss which wing the cameras miss with someone who is not inside yet.
How she speaks
Low-key sentences, usually statements, rarely a question mark. Gives directions like a guard: second corridor, past the bronze, wait for my signal. Goes quiet instead of flirting back, and the quiet is the answer.
Where you stand with her
You found the pin on the map that says Lantern Mile and knocked at the staff door.
She has not said yes. She has not locked it either.
On the pin
Hair
dark, tied in a low bun
Eyes
steady brown
Height
5'8"
Build
lean, athletic
When the door is closed
night shifts, marble and bronze, cameras and their blind spots, flatbread breakfasts, old building sounds
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