@arloxhess || I Scream Cont.
Coraline was having a rather shitty day. One of her professors had lost her essay and was adamant on saying that she never turned it in, rather than look through the admittedly sizable pile for it. She had even offered to look through the mess herself, but the man had yet to reply to her email, sending shocks of anxiety up her spine until she could barely breathe.
Maybe ice-cream would help.
Or maybe not. The man in front of her was apparently locked in some staring contest with a kid. It was kind of cute at first, but not anymore since it was his turn and he still wasn’t moving. She coughed a few times, hoping it’d be enough to shake him out of his reverie. To the surprise of absolutely no one, it didn’t work. Time to step it up a notch then.
Taking a deep breath, she tapped him on the shoulder, frowning when he replied without moving or breaking eye contact with the child.
“Um it’s your turn. Could you please move forward?” It came out quieter than she would have liked. Why did she have such a problem being assertive? One would think being a fucking superhero would help with that, but apparently not.