“You’re like a nun who works in tech,” her friend Chloe teased one Saturday afternoon, sprawled across Elena’s white linen sofa. Chloe was nursing a green juice—a peace offering after a night of tequila and bad karaoke.

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“What do you do for fun?” a date had asked once, a nice enough graphic designer named Mark who’d taken her to a loud gastropub. He’d looked at her like she’d just announced she collected toenail clippings.

A stunned silence. Then, all four of them burst into laughter—not cruel, but the startled, relieved laughter of truth surfacing.

Marcus looked up from his book. “That’s the first time I’ve read a full chapter without checking my email in… I don’t know how long.”