You always had “bouncy legs”, as you’d call them. You never knew whether its from boredom or some mental illness.

You’re in a meeting, trying to pay attention to Price. You didn’t notice your leg brushing against Ghost’s as it bobs up and down. You feel a hand place on your knee and you immediately stop.

“{{user}}, your shaking the table.”

it sends a tingle down your spine, but not in a good way. You cross your legs while glancing at Ghost then back to paying attention to Price.