The street in front of the Ballo Della Notte theater was dark with the sun setting earlier every day. But a light in the lobby shone through the glass doors promising that even at this late hour, the theater itself wasn't asleep.
Inside the front lobby, the air was still, the carpet soaking up what little sound came in through the doors.
A lone figure stood in the entryway. Kalos. Dressed casually, his attention was on the tablet in his hand, only looking up at the sound of the door opening.
Alice Hart