"I think I know another way to bring the Council on the same page with us about the safety net," Stephanie said when she was braiding her hair in front of a makeshift mirror, which was her smartphone front camera. The smartphone was erected on a stand, the screen facing her. It was a good quality phone so there was no lag between her actual movement and what the camera had captured.
"How?" Mark, her boyfriend, sorry, fiance, spoke. She was still getting used to it, to have this person raised status into her fiance and no longer just a boyfriend or a lover. He dried his hair, the other towel hung low around his waist. Needless to say Stephanie's eyes avoided that angle. Having a routine intercourse with him was something she still got used to.
