Somewhere between half-drunk coffee mugs (because we both know Nat and Miles LOVE LOVE LOVVEE their coffee. Jesus?!), paused documentaries that were supposed to be background noise (scoffs), and bookmarked pages they’ll never admit they reread, Nat and Miles continue their greatest pastime: silently gatecrashing each other’s thoughts from across offices, across cities, across every sensible boundary . He’s in a meeting trying not to scream at someone for confusing brand loyalty with Instagram engagement. She’s drawing a roofline and questioning why anyone ever thought corporate bathrooms deserved that much grey tile . These conversations? They’re not scheduled. They don’t need WiFi. They happen in those absurd moments when the world is being painfully practical and your brain decides to flirt instead. Call it emotional piracy, call it synaptic nonsense, but between architectural indignation and strategy-induced eye-rolls, what unfolds is a caffeine-fueled, wordless rendezvous you’d a...
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