Micah was lost, again. He stared at his phone, Binates Hall, fourth floor, fan meeting. Simple enough, but somehow, he couldn't even find the elevator. The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly. After a few aimless turns, he finally spotted a hotel staff member. He rushed over like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. "Excuse me! Help... Please!"
The Hotel staff's expression turned blank for a second before he guided Micah through several twists and turns.
Micah finally stood before the private booth.
It was a sleek glass-walled room, transparent enough to peek inside, but soundproofed to isolate the chatter within. Inside, the decor was oddly romantic, with soft lighting, flickering candles, and fresh flower arrangements. It looked like more a date setup than a fan meeting.
