Leo handed over the twenty. Jerry waved it away. "Keep it. Buy your dad a coffee. Tell him the guy from the CompUSA repair kiosk says hi."
If you had the key.
The shop was called "Past-O-Rama," a tiny electronics graveyard wedged between a vape lounge and a psychic's tent. Frayed IDE cables hung like cobwebs. A stack of CRT monitors formed a wobbly throne in the corner. register winzip