Arthur retrieved a tiny, corroded key from his pocket and slid it into the padlock. With a groan, the mechanism clicked open, and the lock dropped aside. He inhaled deeply, cautiously lifting the lid, as though bracing for something unsettling inside.
A crew of skateboarders approached her, requesting a photo, and she gladly said yes. In return, they snapped a picture of her perched on a ramp, legs crossed, with the overalls giving off a charming, laid-back vibe.