I could feel her behind me. Eyes staring into my back, waiting for me to take notice of her.
Automatically my muscles tensed as I kept my head down, giving my entire attention to the PB&J I was making. I could have finished making it ages ago. But I took my time. Ensuring that the peanut butter was spread evenly, that the jam wasn't so thick it would drip out onto my hands as I ate it.
And still she stood there, silently behind me.
Maybe I was thinking too much into it, but with how tense I was growing, how could I be? Why did I always have to be the one to speak first? What was she waiting for.
There was only so long I could stand there and make a sandwich. I methodically washed the knife off, setting it on the edge of the sink for a potential reuse, though with how my stomach twisted already, I doubted I would get to a second sandwich, if I even managed to finish the first.
I put the sandwich in my mouth, and turned.
She smiled at me, eyes glinting.
"Hey."
I swallowed. "Hey." I said taking another bite. Waiting. Feeling like a fly caught in a web. She couldn't have stood there for the past eight minutes just to say one word to me. But then again, she wasn't a person of many words.
-Inspiration from Roommates
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