shuffled papers in an exaggerated manner, pretending to be absorbed in my work while fixated on him in my periphery. He took his time undoing every button, his large hands working deftly. Sweet Jesus. He was wearing a white undershirt. I forced myself to focus on the papers in my hands. When I did, I blinked. Then I blinked again. Shit, they were upside down. Damn, I’m an idiot.
