Elias looked at his shoes, then at the door. The screen didn't offer advice or judgment; it only provided the tools.
The screen flickered, casting a sterile blue glow over Elias’s cluttered desk. In the center of the void, a single notification pulsed: We found 560 resources for you..
He grabbed his coat. As the door slammed shut, the monitor dimmed, the 560 resources vanishing into a single, blinking line of text: Elias looked at his shoes, then at the door
The camera was low-resolution, angled from a doorbell across the street from a small, brightly lit bakery. A woman was locking the door, her scarf fluttering in the wind. Elias froze. It was Sarah. Beneath the video, a final prompt appeared: Elias looked at his shoes