The chair. It squeak when I shifted my weight. It’s hard blue plastic had seen its fair share of wear. I rubbed my finger in a dent as I contemplated the paper sitting limply on the desk in front of me.

The chair squeak again. Alone in the room, I heard it. I glared at the paper. Why was it so hard? So hard to answer such a basic question?

Keep in mind, I said the question was basic, not simple...