Sex goes viral

I stared over my laptop at my mirror. While Joe, my boss, quietly read my report, I stared at my new haircut. Hmmm. I'd had the same style since I was a child. Straight to the shoulders, no bangs, probably the average haircut for a first generation Korean-American overachiever. To celebrate my 30th birthday, however, I'd chopped it. Pixie style. Still dutiful and straight, but with product and effort, it can get wild. I like to think I’m like my hair.

A quick knock, and in walked Sarah, my apartment mate and covid nesting partner.

“Cindy, want a Diet Coke?”

This would have been a perfectly fine request if she’d been wearing a shirt. Instead, she walked up, and, eyeing my video, reached into the camera’s line of fire, stretching a bare arm further and further across the screen. Joe gaped until a disembodied nipple hung over his screen. I cut my video link.

“Sorry, Joe, bad connection.”

Sarah smiled and handed me the soda. She was wearing the pants from her early morning online yoga class. Amazing she had so many devotees when she, herself, was a nut.

“Oh, sorry,” she said with mock surprise, talking directly at the microphone, “I didn’t realize you were on zoom. Joe, was that you?”

“Yeah, hi Sarah.”

Jesus, I thought to myself. Just get the fuck out.

She left. I drank from my Diet Coke and turned the video back on.