A wave of dizziness hits, and you stumble. You steady yourself resting a hand on Dana's desk. "Are you okay?" she asks genuine concern in her voice. Taking a deeper breath, you regain your focus, as the dizziness passes.
"Sorry, it was just a momentary... thing."
You smile reassuringly, and head for the door.
"It's probably just low sugar. Take a break and get yourself a coffee in the break room. I'm kinda parched myself."
"I'll make two mugs." you answer taking her hint.
"Okay, thanks Tommi."
It's nice that she uses your first name, but you frown. Maybe it's just residual dizziness, you haven't shaken off, but something feels just a little off.
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