The auction house was safe, its treasures secured thanks to his quick thinking. As the adrenaline faded, Henry’s stomach growled, reminding him of the burger he’d left behind in his rush to protect the place. The thought of that meal—probably cold and soggy by now—brought a smile to his face, grounding him in the familiar comfort of his routine.
Crossing the street, he stepped into the warm glow of the burger joint. The hum of quiet chatter and the aroma of fries and grilled meat wrapped around him like an old friend. Spotting his abandoned burger still waiting at his table, Henry chuckled, the absurdity of his night sinking in.