You suckle on the pad of your pointer finger for the nth time this morning. Not having a sewing machine can make even the minutest stitches bothersome. Or maybe you’re just subpar when it comes to skills they taught back when home ec was still a thing.

All you’re doing is replacing a button that had fell off of one of James’ dress shirts. A simple fix, but you’re adamant about making sure this new mother of pearl button really stay onto the placket. Such determination is not without its drawbacks — you’ve pricked yourself four times now.

Meanwhile, James is sitting a few feet away at his desk. He’s busy typing something up. You think he’s creating a financial model for his company or client, and you’re only throwing that idea out in the first place because James himself offhandedly told you, after you’d asked him one night, that that’s probably what he’s doing whenever you see him on his computer.

When you lift your head up, you can make out a second window on James’ desktop screen, albeit cropped. Wordle. Two out of five guesses. Two vowels — an ‘E’ in the third space and an ‘A’ in the fourth.

James shifts around in his computer chair, tilting his neck to ease the tension before having his fingers return to the keys that could solve today’s Wordle.