data rooms

“What if I said that you were palpable?” he asked.

It stopped me in my tracks, where my first instinct was to pull up a dictionary, a thesaurus, and an understanding of its etymology, but his cursor stopped blinking which meant my invisible ‘go’ stopwatch had been started.

“I’d say thanks,” I answered after a few seconds.

“Good, cause you are. Palpable,” he finished, or so I thought because the cursor said he was still writing.

Turns out the connectivity on his end got stuck just as mine got loosed.

Thought
I went back to read the chain later that day and realized it wasn’t meant the way I thought. I had a good laugh about slackers, tickled that i’d become one.