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At seven minutes, the blue man slowed down. Leo held his breath. At three minutes, his screen flickered. "Don’t you dare," he whispered to the laptop.
The stadium was thinning out in real-time, the digital crowd devouring every chair. Desperate, Leo scrolled to the very last row of the upper deck—the "Gridiron Terrace." It was high enough to induce vertigo, but it was in the building. He clicked, hit "Proceed to Checkout," and typed with the frenzied speed of a concert pianist. The "Processing" circle spun. Leo stopped breathing.
The red dots vanished. Leo felt a cold sweat. He jumped to the 300 level. Someone else grabbed these seats.
The fluorescent hum of Leo’s apartment was the only sound as he stared at the countdown timer on the screen. It was 9:59 AM. In sixty seconds, the final batch of playoff tickets for the Houston Texans’ divisional showdown would go live.
His father adjusted his glasses, reading the words Houston Texans vs. TBD . He looked at the date, then at Leo. The old man didn't say anything at first, but his grip on the paper tightened, crinkling the edges of the high-res barcode.
Leo laughed, the stress of the digital queue finally evaporating. They were going to the game.
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