I'm at work. I'm sitting here for a solid twenty minutes wherein no one comes to the window. I lean down to rummage through my bookbag for a pen, this activity taking no more than fifteen seconds, tops. I sit back up and there is someone at the window, staring at me. She appeared from no where. I did not see her when I leaned down just before. I did not hear her at all.

I yelped. My heart tried to beat its way out of my ribcage. Gah. People should not sneak up on window workers!

current mood: scared
music: Badfinger, "No Matter What"