Marcus had found them on a niche collector’s forum. The seller, a guy from Coral Gables who went by TheU_Legacy , had been cagey. He wanted a "true fan" to take them, not a reseller looking to flip them for a quick profit. Marcus had sent photos of his old college ID and his worn-out LeBron 7s just to prove he was worthy.
The fluorescent lights of the terminal hummed, but all Marcus could hear was the frantic tapping of his own thumb against his phone screen. He was sitting at Gate B12, three hours into a layover, refreshing a page he had visited every five minutes for the last three days.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated. A notification from the payment app flashed: