The pair of guys in line behind you are about your age. You don’t notice them until one of them laughs really loudly right in your ear and you automatically flinch away from the noise. The guy immediately apologizes, his hand up to clap you on the shoulder, but he seems to think better of it at the last second and it just hangs in the air between the two of you for a brief moment. You’re thankful for that so you smile at him. It’s all right, you say. He grins and returns to his conversation with his friend.
>Go to the convention.