hovering tender_square they left their vehicle with the dealership for the inspection to be completed; there was a recall on their car the manufacturer wanted to check on, free of charge. they entered the waiting area for an uber to take them home; they were told their car could be in the garage for upward of five hours. the leather chairs were scattered throughout the lobby to allow for social distancing. some drivers were wearing masks while others went without. they couldn’t find two chairs near one another. “we don’t have to sit beside each other,” she reminded him when she sensed his anxiousness. she offered him an available seat but he shook his head. she sat down instead and watched the app’s cartoon car travelling on i-94 toward them. he was hovering beside her, making her uneasy. no one else in the room was standing. “it’s going to be about fifteen minutes or so, why don’t you go sit over there?” she pointed to an open chair across the room. finally, he obliged her. she relaxed her shoulders and sat back in her chair, allowing herself get sucked into the lobby’s broadcast of home renovations. the walls within her collapsed with the force of a sledgehammer, and the air ran through the blueprint of her open lungs. 220129 what's it to you? who go blather from