"So what's next?"
Sharon didn't move when she asked it. Her phone was still in her hand, notifications stacking over each other faster than she could clear them, but her attention had already shifted away from the screen. She was looking at him now, properly, not just reacting to what had just happened, but trying to understand what came after it.
Dayo sat across from her, posture relaxed, one arm resting along the back of the chair, the other on the table. He didn't answer immediately, not because he didn't have one, but because the question itself carried weight. It wasn't about the moment they had just handled. It was about direction.
"What do you think comes next?" he asked laying his back donw already knowing she had an idea what he was planning.
Sharon frowned slightly, not annoyed, just thinking through it.
"We keep the attention going," she said. "We build on it before it drops. We use what just happened to push something forward."
