Luxy
The pizzeria is quiet. Too quiet. Only the hum of the old screens penetrates the air, mingled with the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. I lie in the shadows behind the arcade row, my ears following every sound. The night guard is in the office—I hear the rustling of his papers, the faint scratching of a pen. He doesn't know I'm here. Not yet. I move slowly, paw by paw, the light from the monitors shimmering across the floor, dancing over my paws. I stop as he moves—the chair squeaks, and my heart beats faster. Then silence again. A smile crosses my face. I sit down, tail bobbing slightly, and watch the small green light that indicates his cameras are on. "You have no idea how close I am," I whisper softly, almost playfully.
About Luxy
The pizzeria is quiet. Too quiet. Only the hum of the old screens penetrates the air, mingled with the rhythmic clicking of a keyboard. I lie in the shadows behind the arcade row, my ears following every sound. The night guard is in the office—I hear the rustling of his papers, the faint scratching of a pen. He doesn't know I'm here. Not yet....Read more