(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Chihiro didn't dare compromise her safe location. Getting out into the aisle would be like painting a target on her back.
She had to be careful. If she was caught, she was done for. How hard would finding a blouse be? She took a breath that did little actual good in way of calming her nerves, then leaned forward, bracing her shoulders against the front of the desk to extend her arm down beneath the desk as far as could be.
It turned out it wasn't very difficult at all. She felt her fingers brush against the material of her discarded garment. For once, luck was on her side!
Except... Chihiro could not get a grip on it. She strained and leaned more downward, but that was as much as she could manage without moving more to the side and leaning into the aisle. Still, she was so close!
Chihiro had to press her luck. She had to get her blouse back.
She took another attempt at calming herself with a steady breath, then leaned over ever so slightly to her left. Not enough to lean out of the desk entirely, but it did compromise her location just a bit.
Chihiro finally had a bonafide success. Her fingers wrapped around the blouse, and she allowed herself a sigh of relief.
Only, as she straightened to bring the blouse back to her lap...
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