"Wait," Sarah said as they pulled away. "The price just jumped five percent."
The shop owner, an older man named Elias with a surprisingly tech-savvy sparkle in his eye, walked over. He didn’t look like a crypto-pioneer, but his "Bitcoin Accepted Here" sticker was the reason Leo had trekked across town. "Ready to bridge the worlds?" Elias asked.
The neon sign of "Modern Living" flickered, reflecting off the puddles in the alley. Inside, Leo stood before a sleek, obsidian dining table, his thumb hovering over his phone.