winding up alone in the hole-in-the-wall aquarium isn't an exact indicator of social ineptitude, though there's little debate on how those stats pan out. it's a relief, actually, being spared the inane chatter of her co-workers, all about pop culture she's behind on and trends she can't keep up with ⎯ the coat of sweat on her palms still feels fresh, even when she rubs them dry on her jeans. she doesn't part her lips to make a sound until she's well and truly by herself, crouching down in front of a small tank to peer through the glass. happiness is immediate, almost foreign to a woman on the clock, but she can't help the grin breaking across her features. “how are you so beautiful? are you even real?” she pokes at the glass, soft and harmless. the baby octopus inside doesn't acknowledge her even a bit, and her heart swells for it. “wahhh... i've been waiting to come see you all day! oh, gosh, i need to calm down. calm, calm, calm.” she shakes her head a little, tendrils of hair falling into her eyes as her hand pinches in front of her, as if she can physically vacuum the nerves out of her. in the end, she giggles again, folding her arms over her knees to watch the octopus. the quiet expands around her, just a few seconds required to dim her smile. she thinks, like clockwork, of jiayi's smile. of how easily her voice melded with the others', the pinnacle of belonging. five steps apart the entire day and yet they may as well have existed on separate oceans. “oh, man,” she exhales, blowing air through her lips as she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against the cool glass. “talk about a wasted opportunity...”