Female Inflation

The email couldn't have come at a better time. The client had moved their deadline up, so the firm was making Lily and her team working later to get their new logo out. Two sixty-hour weeks were starting to show in her face, her eyes sunken and slightly darker, as well as her blonde hair, which had lost its healthy sheen and showed signs of frizz. Though she loved her job, it was the routine crunch before the end of their projects that was its most tiresome aspect. Her usual habits of listening to ASMR videos at her desk were progressively becoming less effective as well.

It was a moderately slow day at the gym, but among the few people that were there were Toni and Tiffany, the latter flexing in front of a mirror, and the former doing bicep curls with a hand weight.  They looked very much alike and were lacking in things such as different interests or depth of personality that would set ordinary people apart.  But theirs was not an unhappy life, and they got along well.

"Lookin' good bro," Toni said, doing a rep.

"Thanks bro," Tiffany replied, striking another pose.

This was going to be one of those days.

A squirt emitted from an invisible hole in the cup, just as Teywa tried to take a sip from it. Smelly brown liquid, a terrible parody of a coffee, splattered all over her white shirt, ruining it forever.

On the background an ear-cutting sound repeated itself over and over, along with hits and bumps. Another unfortunate soul tried to get some coffee from one of those ancient wedding machines. They still used paper currency here, would you believe?