You're not supposed to go in there. That's what the sign says. The words are all caps, bolded, underlined for good measure. It's like God himself is warning you away.
A can of soda sits on the other side of the glass door, glistening with condensation. A certain chill fills the air around it, prickles your skin even from this distance. Goosebumps sprout up along your arms beneath your sweater a ...