She narrowed her eyes at him. “What, precisely, does not yourself mean?” At that look, he took a half-step backward. He pursed his lips before slowly, reluctantly answering. “Your foot. It’s, uh, tapping.” “Maybe I’m impatient.” She enunciated the words very, very clearly. He inclined his head. “Maybe. But your foot didn’t tap once during that marathon three-hour staff meeting, not even when the consultant used the term growth mindset for the seventeenth time.” Taken by surprise at the unexpected snark, she couldn’t help herself. She snorted.
