Mistaken Identity

Leo stood his ground, letting his small hands fall to his sides as he stared up at the towering marble front desk. He ignored the strange, reverent greetings echoing through the vast lobby behind him. He looked directly into the polished, perfectly made-up face of the receptionist.

"I'm here to find someone," Leo stated bluntly, his tone far too firm and authoritative for a five-year-old boy.