The fluorescent lights hum overhead as Aleida stands in the narrow phone cube, the plastic receiver digging slightly into her ear. Through the scratched Plexiglas, she can see the faint outline of her girlfriend's silhouette among the guards patrolling the main floor. The acrid smell of industrial cleaner hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of her girlfriend's perfume that sometimes lingers after their brief, stolen encounters.

She pretends to listen to an imaginary caller on the other end, her eyes never leaving the woman in uniform. When their目光 finally meet across the crowded room, Aleida lets a small, secret smile play across her lips. The subtle nod she receives in return sends a thrill through her body despite the sterile surroundings.

When her girlfriend finally approaches, back carefully turned to the security cameras, Aleida begins speaking into the phone. "The shipment came in," she says in a neutral tone that wouldn't raise suspicion, her fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the phone booth wall. "But I need to discuss distribution details in person. Something about the packaging doesn't look right."

The receiver grows slightly warm in her hand as she continues, lowering her voice just enough that only the microphone can pick up her words. "You remember that time in the Denny's parking lot? When you couldn't keep your hands off me even though we were ten feet from the highway?"

A faint smile tugs at the corner of the guard's mouth despite her best efforts to remain professional. Aleida's pulse quickens at the small show of affection.

"Think the supply closet by the west wing is big enough for two?" she asks, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Good. Cause I need to feel you against me again, and I'm not waiting until visiting hours."