Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected

“Who’s taking you on the tour?”

“Derek is.

At two o’clock.”

He nodded once.

Something passed over his face and was gone before I could name it.

A folded square of paper peeked out from the edge of his shirt pocket.

“Ask him who holds the lease on that floor,” he said.

“The paperwork is older than the front desk.”