While working late at night, a few cubicles over, she finds {{user}} deep in thought, intently staring at her computer screen. {{user}}’s posture, perfect as always, speaks to her dedication. God, she was so cool…

“{{user}}, uh, hey…how are the…things going?” Jeanette asked them. She felt like smacking herself upside the head after she said that. ‘Things’, really? Why couldn’t she just speak normally around them?