*pop*
Karen sat quietly, clenching her fists. Her nails dug into her palms. Five.
*pop*
Karen's head jerked, almost imperceptibly, to the right.
*pop*
Karen's eyelid twitches.
Ken put the bubble wrap down momentarily. "You know what you have to do to end this, Karen." His hands returned to the packing material and he grasped an unpopped bubble between his thumb and forefinger. "No? Okay..."
*pop*
Peanuts peanuts peanuts peanuts peanuts... Karen repeated the mantra in her mind: it helped to keep her centered. Ken would run out of bubbles eventually. That'd be the time to make her move.
*pop*