She sits opposite me at work.
The office the two of us share isn’t very big, but it’s not small by any means either. We each have space for a desk and one of those spinning, battered, old, yet oh so comfy office chairs.
My chair actually has a duct tape band-aid covering up a tear that happened years before my bum landed on top of it.
My desk is bland. Blank. I’m new here.