Neck and neck

I looked up at the screen of my laptop as Joe asked me a question. Recalling our battle of the sexes, I’d forgotten to listen to my boss on the zoom call.

I paused. The question was about math. Joe doesn't really do math. I was again mortified to realize that I'm working for peanuts at a start-up tech company at age 30, working for a guy who moves his lips when he reads. And now, of course, NYC is stuck with a covid crisis, and I'm stuck with an increasingly crazy roommate who had returned to my bedroom.

This time, she was wearing a towel, apparently on her way to the shower. She walked past me to pick up a novel from my nightstand. As if she's going to read a book in the shower. Meanwhile, her towel was pulled too high. She was bent over my nightstand, breezing through the book, and her cute butt hung like a full moon over my left shoulder. Joe, awaiting my response, stared. I clicked off my video and answered Joe's question. Sarah left. Joe returned to silently reading, mouth moving.