“A case of undeniable truths.”
The briefcase sits on the concrete ledge. Polly stands over it, reading the inscription on the top of the case.
“Well?” Polly says. “Do we open it?”
Eric digs his left foot into the stones on the ground. He glances up nervously. “I’d rather not, honestly.”
Polly takes a step, her sandal-ed feet kicking up loose stones. She looks back at Eric, a finger in his mouth as he bites a nail off. “Wanna go and…eat something instead?”
Eric nods, sighing as Polly passes him. The smell of V5 vanilla shampoo smacking his nose.
He turns around when they hear a click. As Polly turns, Eric grabs her face and stares at her. His lips move slowly.
“Nooo,” he says dramatically, eyes pleading.
Before she can protest, he grabs her arm and heads to the roof door. The case remains untouched.