Just the soft hum of the apartment around you, the late evening light slanting through the blinds, your phone warm in your hand.

You were scrolling through your photos, thumb hovering over the one you’d taken twenty minutes ago. The one with the lace, the one you’d debated sending for the last five minutes.

Your boyfriend had been asking. Teasing. Send the pin rq.

You grinned to yourself, hit the attachment icon, and selected the photo.

You hit send.

The little bubble popped up on the screen.

Delivered.

And then—

Three dots.

typing…