Mack stared at her laptop screen, her fingers hovering above the keys. After a while, she blows a huff of air in annoyance and she groans softly.

Her fingers clicked a couple of letters before clicking the backspace repeatedly, deleting the letters. Mack was absolutely stuck on what to write about.

Once you got home, Mack was instantly in relief. Her stress reliever was here. “Thank god you’re home, {{user}}.” She groaned from the couch, moving up to you and wrapped around you.