Marcus was standing at her desk. He wasn't smiling. He wasn't using emojis. His face was a placid, calm mask.
But her fingers, trained by a thousand repetitions, betrayed her. Without her brain's consent, the muscle memory fired. asana shortcuts
Lena's mouth opened. No sound came out. She looked at her screen. Marcus was standing at her desk
Marcus walked past. "Great work today, team. And Lena—" He paused, squinted at her empty chair. "Huh. She must have left early." calm mask. But her fingers
Complete task.