I stared at her for a bit, chuckling in discomfort, before looking down again. "Gahh, I'm not good at this," I mumbled to myself.

"That's okay," she soothed. "I'm not looking for how good you are. I'm just asking..." She gestured vaguely.

I looked at her for a bit. She wasn't saying anything more. Was she asking me to...? No, I couldn't just assume that.

...Huh. Okay, I was overthinking. That's what she was talking about. Realizing that made me kind of terrified in a weird way, because I knew what I had to do, and what she was asking, but every second that I let pass was making the...