Katherine returned to her desk with the grace of a soldier retreating from battle. The second she sat down, she yanked open her bag, shoved her face into it, and screamed quietly. "What was that?! What was that?!" she whisper-yelled into the canvas lining.
She couldn't believe what had just happened in Felix's office. Her stupid eyes. His stupid lips. The air had been too thick to breathe, and she'd fled like a character in a melodrama. She thudded her forehead lightly against the desk a few times, trying to knock some sense into herself.
"I need a reset button," she muttered, peeking up to make sure no one saw her miniature breakdown.
Hours dragged on. She focused hard on her work, trying to drown the awkwardness with numbers, emails, and reports. She managed to avoid further interaction with Felix, and for that, she was infinitely grateful. When the clock ticked to noon, her stomach grumbled and she sighed in relief.
