A show

"I sometimes REALLY hat this stupid program." I said, standing over her right shoulder I leaned slightly on her desk.

"Me too!"

After at least twenty minutes of reading numbers to Cass for her to input into a spreadsheet, I'd leant forward to rest my elbows on her desk, practically bent at the waist at a ninety-degree angle.

"Right, next line 023-450-570 $3598. And the next line 024-578-899 $42,807. Check?"

Bor-ring!!

My mind occasionally drifting, focusing on over things like the hum of the lights and the sound of commotion behind us.

"Check. So far so good eh?"

Why do I feel as though I'm being stared at?

Wait? Commotion behind us?

I slowly turned my head.