I called out, trying not to sound as completely flustered and nervous as I felt. “Can I get the lighting on this one taken down a bit and the print lowered just a smidge? It’s being washed out entirely.” “Absolutely. No problem,” she replied with confidence, even though I knew I was handing her a task she was going to pass off to someone else. I flipped my wrist over looking for a watch I never wore then cursed myself for never wearing a watch. “What time is it?” I asked impatiently. “We’ve got plenty of time,” she said with a genuine smile, placing a friendly hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me. I breathed out heavily, attempting to expel all the butterflies taking up residence in my belly. They didn’t go anywhere. Bastards. “Okay, let’s get this one fixed then everything looks great.”
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