Andie Anderson called the hotel maintenance line, frustrated by her busted TV, only to have a cable guy show up at her door—empty-handed, no less. He rubbed his head, mumbling about needing a new Wi-Fi router and some tool he didn’t even have with him, leaving Andie to wonder why he’d bothered coming at all. She crossed her arms, eyeing him with a mix of irritation and amusement, thinking she had a different tool in mind—one he wouldn’t need to fetch from a truck. His lack of gear didn’t matter much to her; she was already imagining a fix that didn’t involve cables or circuitry.
