[ WARNING: Mentions of Trauma/Abuse. Read at your Discretion ]
If only my deadpan expression could be seen... What a clown I am, acting like this.
Looking through the staring faces at me... I can even see an interrogation sign over their heads...
'I know! You don't know what a thumbs-up means! But don't look at me like that! I'm feeling very sensible right now, you d*mn inconsiderate people!!!'
Bewildered and ashamed of my action, I inwardly yelled at the four people looking at me. Slowly lowering my hand I nodded in the dead silence we all awkwardly created.
"... Ahem... Are you truly alright with this Marianne?"
"..."
'Sir... You... You are fighting your laughter right now, aren't you?!! I will remember this!'
Upset at how the clearing of his throat showed his inner battle to hide his amazement, I pouted and glared at him as I took my post-it notes out of my dress' inner pocket.
