robin’s been blowing up your phone for the past twenty minutes about the angle. the angle of a selfie. for josh. josh who has a boat and a jeep and a smile that makes you feel like maybe you should try harder in life.

steve’s messages are stacked right underneath robin’s, a neat little list of shifts he’s trying to sort out for family video. he’s using proper punctuation, which means he’s stressed.

you’re in a tank top. the gray one with the strap that keeps slipping. and underwear. cute ones. the ones with the little strawberries.

robin said “trust me, the slight lean back works” and steve said “can you work thursday or not” and josh said “wyd” and now you’re typing three different things all at once and your thumb is moving faster than your brain.

your phone dings.