That awkward moment

White knuckles breach her fist
As she twists against the chair
Her feet kick the keys beneath
She is breathless

Sweat sticks to the seat
Her brain swallows the question
She’s blanked out
Should she ask you to repeat?

Ocean roar
Anxiety
Waves clash
She finds oxygen
Breathes deep

“Pardon?”

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