“Operations can sign this.”
She relaxed.
“Thank you.”
Then paused.
“I saw you at the gala.”
I looked up.
She immediately regretted saying it.
“I’m sorry.
I shouldn’t—”
“It’s all right.”
“That must have been difficult.”
“Yes.”
She waited as if perhaps I would add something inspirational.
I did not.
Eventually she smiled awkwardly.
“I’ll take this to operations.”
“Good.”
She left.