“Hey Siri, play ‘Fool’ by Perfume Genius.”
Her eyes linger on you for one second before darting down to focus on her taste buds. She twirls a forkful of pasta into her mouth, the fork gently clinking against her teeth before her lips close and form a smile full of pleasure. The little director in your mind punches the air in triumph.
“Good?” you ask.
“Mm…”…
