She never knew what to do with herself. Fingers pacing back and forth along the folds of her skirt, breathing out every last bit of air, are you watching me?
Jagged toenail gets caught on thin cheap tights, now we’re not decent for work. How can you make a chair feel like iron nails? Knees bump together and knock the wall irregularly, holding your shoulders rigid so Chanel Scarf next to you won’t fret. Did the message not go through, was it unnecessary to respond or just unnecessary? You can’t tell, you thought you could.
