The lobby of the Grand Meridian Hotel sparkled beneath towering crystal chandeliers. Marble floors reflected a warm golden glow. Gentle piano music drifted through the space as guests in tailored suits and elegant dresses moved quietly between velvet couches and gleaming reception desks.
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By the revolving glass doors, a young boy lingered uncertainly.
He couldn’t have been older than nine.
His clothes were faded and slightly too big for him, dust clinging to his worn shoes. He clearly didn’t belong in a place like this. Yet something had brought him here—something stronger than fear.
Across the lobby, a well-dressed man in a navy suit stood near the concierge desk. His posture was composed, his shoes perfectly polished, his hair neatly styled. On his wrist rested a silver watch—refined, classic, timeless.
The boy spotted it immediately.
And his heart skipped.
A Watch That Looked Familiar
The boy drew in a quiet breath and started walking.
Every step across the marble seemed louder than it should have been. A few guests glanced his way with puzzled expressions. One hotel employee began walking toward him—but the boy had already reached the man.
He gently tugged on the edge of the man’s coat.
The man turned, mildly irritated at first.
Then he noticed the child.
“Hey…” the boy said softly, his voice shaking. “Where did you get that watch, sir? My dad had the same watch.”
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