Liminal Spaces: IKEA
Chloe parked in the far corner of the parking lot. The store had closed an hour ago. Only one car remained.
She headed for the staff entrance. A middle manager was waiting for her. He gave her the elevator stare - head to toe.
“So you’re the one who wants to walk around naked?” It wasn’t a question that awaited an answer. “You know the rules,” he said. “You have to be out by one. If this door closes and you’re on the outside? Tough luck.”