A cough echoed out of the woman to clear her throat, a hand bringing itself to her massive dark mane to fluff out the ends. It’s a tick, something of a notion to will herself to be seen–because that’s the most difficult part of life right now, to actually be seen. “Sorry”, she spoke out, tone of voice quiet but strong. “Are you in line? I just have to be in my office in a couple of minutes.”
Cisco looked up from his phone to the woman that stood near him. He tucked the stray hair behind his ear before he spoke. “Oh, sorry! I’m actually not. I got distracted.” He said, wiggling the phone in his hand. “Doesn’t happen often, but when it does, well, yeah. Please, go ahead of me.”
