Your crossed arms do nothing to settle your wobbling bust. But as they dance atop the shimmying surface of your heaving breasts, you realise the watch has slipped off at some point. It hits you like a lightning bolt, that you're stuck like this... virtually a twin to Nguyen with your over-inflated body.
Bare feet slap over the cold stone as you race back inside. Surely, it's sitting on the floor, or down the side of your chair. Your rushing almost causes you to fall on your face. The chill of the inside, the air-conditioner, and your shock make your head spin as you step inside.
Speckles dance at the edge of your vision. A concerned Nguyen greets you, seeing your distress she steps forward, concern on her face.
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