JJ sat on the edge of his bed, checking his watch. It was 11:15 PM.
Maya sat beside him. “JJ, your sex life isn't a production. You’re not being filmed. There’s no audience waiting for a twist ending. It’s just two people trying to feel a little less alone.” 4,338Ep. 7 "JJ'S SEX LIFE"
The reply came back instantly: “I thought you’d never ask. I’m already in my sweatpants.” JJ sat on the edge of his bed, checking his watch
He picked up his phone and sent Sarah a text: “Hey. I’m a little nervous about tonight. Can we just order pizza and talk first?” “JJ, your sex life isn't a production
“Episode 7,” JJ whispered, looking at his clear reflection. “Let’s try a different script tonight.”
The neon "Open" sign hummed outside the window, casting a flickering red glow over JJ’s cluttered apartment. Episode 4,338 of his life was supposed to be a milestone, or at least that’s what the tally marks on his bathroom mirror suggested.
JJ looked at the tally marks. He realized he’d been counting moments instead of living them. He stood up, grabbed a towel, and wiped the mirror clean, erasing the 4,338 days of pressure he’d built up in his head.