It snows in the backyard. Neighbors let their two daughters out to play in the shared space. Man calls and reprimands me for trying to get sensitive info on a student I'm not supposedly friends with. I rush to turn my computer off. Measure the snow pathetically with a ruler. Send messages to the wrong person. Make yourself a doxxing target. In airport. Vivi wears a yellow shirt with a brown skirt, knee length. She trips up a particular escalator in the airport, I bump into her back and reveal her pastel striped underwear. I hesitate in asking if she's okay when little kids crowd us, walk between my legs and under my dress.