It's 11:47pm.
You're rereading a message you sent four hours ago.
Not the whole thing. Just the second line. The one where you explained why you charge what you charge, or why you needed three more days, or why the plan would work if they'd just…
They said “sounds good, let me think about it.” That was six hours ago.
You've known this feeling since you were the kid who over-explained the homework excuse. Nobody ever tells you what you did. They go quiet, and you spend the night working it out alone.


