Busy working, busy organising, busy thinking. His brain buzzes like an office full of live electrical items. Then something floats through the buzz.
His body is already tapping a foot and mouthing the words. The familiar melody immobilizes his busy thoughts, just for a moment, like pausing TV at full volume.
In the silence, memories connect to the song. The correlation is so strong, he wonders if she’s thinking of him too.
No way. She’ll be too busy working, too busy organising, too busy thinking. Too busy to feel anything.
The song ends. The connections lost. His world buzzes again.