I exhale slowly, imagine taking it off.
Luka: Put your hand under the dress.
Nina: Luka.
Luka: Do it.
Nina: Someone could walk past.
Luka: Then be quiet.
Nina: Okay.
My grip tightens around the phone.
Luka: Over the underwear.
Nina: Bossy.
Luka: Wet?
Another pause.
Longer.
Nina: A little.
I smile despite myself.
Luka: Liar.
Nina: Fine.
Luka: Fine what?
Nina: Yes.
The single word hits hard.
I turn from the window and walk to my desk because standing still is useless. I loosen my tie with one hand.
Luka: Rub yourself slowly.
Nina: I am in a store.
Luka: You are in a fitting room.
Nina: With a curtain.
Luka: Then you should be careful.
Nina: You are enjoying this too much.
Luka: Not enough. I would rather be there.
Nina: What would you do if you were here?
I close my eyes for one second.