“And the fourth option?” Leo asked, noticing a DIY kit on the shelf behind Jax.

Jax snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. “Coming right up. Just don't drop it on the way out—I don't give loyalty discounts for gravity.”

The fluorescent hum of the "Quick-Fix" kiosk always made Leo feel like he was under interrogation. He stared down at his iPhone, the screen a spiderweb of glass that caught the light in jagged, mocking glints. One drop on a concrete sidewalk, and his digital life had been shattered.

The technician, a teenager named Jax whose eyes were magnified by thick lenses, didn't even look up. “Depends. You want the 'Good Enough,' the 'Probably Original,' or the 'Official Price Tag'?”