Duet

DahliaCrisp white shirt.Fluorescent glare from his watch as he adjusts his tie.He looks smart. He might be. Whoever he is. But it's the guy behind him on his knees plugging in a vintage IBM who is the smart one. Like, really smart. If he wasn't, they wouldn't call him so much to fix what they can't.Did I mention he's a genius?He drives a sensible car. He's nice to his sister. He can look after himself. But even with poor impulse control and severe ADHD, he worships me. MirandaBlack corset. Red lips. She could have her pick. Maybe she hasn't scraped the bottom of the barrel, though I don't think I'm at the very bottom. I mean, I see the bottom, but I'm not there. Yet.At least, I think this is the bottom.But maybe I should get it together. She sees me.I am seen. Either way, I'm a fool. I may as well enjoy myself.