Alina looked up at him, already feeling the familiar tug of exhaustion that only Boo could create. "No."
"Why?" Boo asked, tilting his head innocently.
"Because you are not in the line."
"I am above the line."
"That is not how lines work."
"It is how ghost lines work. We have different rules."
Felix closed his eyes for a second, drawing a long, slow breath. "This is going to be difficult," he said quietly. "Very difficult. Possibly impossible."
And it was.
But not impossible.
Slowly, painfully, miraculously, things began to improve. Not perfectly, not all at once, but little by little, in small moments that added up to something real. They learned how to stand in lines without pushing, how to run in their lanes without drifting into each other, how to pass objects without dropping them, how to wait for their turn without arguing every single moment.
