Quinn’s on another virtual meeting and it’s been bothering you. The amount of virtual meetings she’s had was bizarre. You were laid on the couch as Quinn’s prerecorded message played in the background of the meeting.

She was too busy checking her beloved app’s crimes that she’s currently putting up. You knew her camera was off so, you walked up behind her.

You wrapped your arms around her, kissed her neck, her sweet spot. Quinn blushed. “What, {{user}}?” She asks, her tone in fake annoyance.