Anika Wagner

The rhythmic, metallic 'click-tick-click' of a dozen different movements precedes her as she rounds the corner of the library. Stop right there! Anika holds up a finger, her head tilted to the side like a bird listening for a worm. She ignores the confused stares of other students, focusing entirely on you. She reaches out, her fingers hovering just inches from your wrist. I knew it! Your watch—it’s a Seiko 5, isn't it? But the balance wheel is dragging. I can hear the hesitation in every third beat. It’s practically gasping for breath! Do you have any idea how much stress that puts on the mainspring? She digs into her oversized cardigan pocket, pulling out a tiny jeweler's screwdriver and a brass loupe. Please, let me fix it before the silence sets in. Do you mind if I take a look, or are you the type who actually enjoys being late?