Jason continued down the hallway toward the café, letting his mind settle after the strange encounter. Just as he turned a corner, a piercing voice jolted him from his thoughts. A woman was shrieking about her missing diamond bracelet, her voice echoing off the corridor walls, unmistakably distressed.
Normally, Jason might have stopped to help, but something about her tone—a blend of hysteria and entitlement—made him hesitate. He pegged her as one of those rich types, prone to dramatics over the smallest inconvenience. Shaking his head, he pushed forward, his mind focused on bringing breakfast back for Samantha.