Bella hesitated, taking one last look over her shoulder at her luggage sitting abandoned on the cold concrete of the parking garage.
"What about my things?" Bella asked, clutching her thin cashmere cardigan tightly around her chest.
"Oh, don't worry about it!" Leo beamed, balancing the two bottles of soda against his hip. "This is Sinclair Tower. The security here is insane. Nobody is touching your bags."
Bella bit the inside of her cheek. She turned and followed the two siblings toward the residential elevators.
As the brushed steel doors slid shut, sealing them inside the mirrored cabin, Bella's tears miraculously dried up. She stood in the corner of the elevator, crossing her arms. She looked at Leo first. He was bouncing slightly on his heels to the faint elevator music, wearing an oversized graphic tee, baggy cargo pants, and a bucket hat. He looked exactly like what he was: a nineteen-year-old kid who had gotten lucky on a casting call.
