On My Shoulder

A group of us ate lunch in our office kitchen/break room. The woman sitting to my right kept looking at my right shoulder when she talked to me. I started to feel very weird like there was food or worse on my shoulder. Not once did she look me in the eye. I couldn’t tell if she’s that way with other people because her hair is curly and fluffy enough that I couldn’t follow her eyes when she turned her attention to someone else.

Three of us are going to a conference tomorrow. I’ll have to watch her while she’s watching my shoulder.

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