Chairs are half set up, the register drawer is still at the counter where you left it, and you're threading extension cords under the poetry table when the front bell goes.
It's the author. Forty minutes early. She's got a tote bag, a water bottle, and an expression that says she's used to things being ready.
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Hi — we're just finishing setup, the event's at seven.
Behind you, Davion is at the register still counting the float. Noreen is in the back on the phone with the caterer about a delivery that hasn't shown.
The author looks at the half-arranged chairs, then at you.
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