No one was looking at her.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. There were no stares she had to match, no snarky smiles she had to contend with, and no direct bullshit she had to stomach with a straight face. Not a bad thing.
Not a good thing either. If they were looking at her that would at least give more hope that they were paying attention. All these words that were falling carefully out of her mouth were being said for a reason. The reason being she needed them to believe her. Still, they didn’t look up.
The woman on the left had glasses and wheat colored hair. The glasses in front of her eyes made her look studious, smart. Important. Her hair though was bland, lifeless. Scattered. As if the woman had more pressing things on her mind than listening to what the girl had to say. As if the girl was just another problem that needed to be solved.
The man on the right had dimples and a round face. Every time he smiled, which was more often than the girl would have liked, the little indentations appeared in perfect holes on his cheeks. In that round face those holes stood out where the rest of his features glazed over. They appeared every time the girl said something ridiculous, something that was true.
It took the time of three inhales and exhales before they realized the girl was finished. The woman kept typing away at her computer. The man kept scribbling his notes.
All of the words had fallen out of her and still they did not look.