Tring to will them to stop moving. The silence in the room is deafening, only broken by the occasional shuffle of papers or clearing of throats. I can feel the weight of their stares, judging and assessing me. It's suffocating, making me feel small and insignificant. I wish I could disappear, escape this uncomfortable situation. But I know I have to stay strong, show them that I am capable and worthy. So I take a deep breath, straighten my posture, and meet their gazes head-on, determined to prove them wrong.
I mean I know what they migjt be thinking and maybe to them I am probably just a scared little girl.
Raffaele places a hand on my knee and rubs on the skin there causing goosebumps to appear and my heart rate to spike up just a little.
I force a little smile his way before deciding to just bring out my phone and use.
