elanamatic: Look Busy.
Your presence makes me grip my belly in fear. Your booming voice, spilling forth anecdotes not worth repeating. I back away slowly. Smiling. I "wow" through my teeth. "Great!"
I retreat to my corner of the world. Encase myself in a warm blanket of music to tune out the mayhem. Ticking off To Dos.
My stomach lurches as you approach. I look straight ahead. Look busy.
You keep walking. I breathe a sigh of relief. Wait until you sit back at your spot around the corner before I get up and grab another coffee, a reward for my hard work.
