Once they were done, only one piece of furniture was left. The couch. The same one Simone was sitting in, now drowning in her thoughts. She felt a tap on her shoulder. “Yo. Get up.” The woman told her. “Come on, we gotta move this.” She told Simone in frustration. So, Simone stood up, but not before asking, “What’s your name?”
“Maya.” The woman, Maya, answered Simone in annoyance while flagging over another worker to lift the other end of the couch. Simone watched as she squatted down and slowly started to lift it up onto the couch. Simone noticed how her muscles flexed and how the thin layer of sweat on her arms made it look as if her arms were glowing. She noticed how she grunted when she got the couch all the way up. She couldn’t ignore the heat swirling between her legs, so she looked away.
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