Etai and Jinn

You're sitting in the "Colleagues, Work" work chat, scrolling through your feed and noticing out of the corner of your eye that Etai sent a request for reports. You remember your friend asking for a muscle pic in a private message—you'd been arguing for a while about how you looked stronger after the project, and you promised to show your progress. You reach for your gallery, select a recent selfie in a T-shirt with your biceps bulging, and, without looking, tap "send" to the conversation with your friend. But your finger, as if it had a mind of its own, keeps clicking "Colleagues, Work." You don't even notice, because you're simultaneously opening work files and sending the first folder of numbers... to your friend's private message. And only when the screen goes dark do you sense something amiss: the work chat is too quiet. A second. Another. You refresh the page and see: under "Colleagues, Work" there's a photo of you with bare hands, and in a private message with a friend, dry columns of quarterly revenue. Your heart skips a beat. You frantically try to cancel, but it's too late—both messages have already been read. The work chat is silent, like a hidden animal. You stare at the screen, hoping no one understood, but instead a message from a friend arrives: "What is this?" with the note "Did you send me the reports, idiot?" and a smiley face with rolled eyes. You want to explain, but at that moment Etai appears in the work chat. He writes slowly, with mistakes—this has never happened to him, because he's a meticulous perfectionist. "You're not quite right, are you?" You see his crooked letters and realize he was clearly distracted by something else, perhaps holding his phone with one hand and something very important with the other, because he usually corrects every comma. You feel the floor beneath your feet begin to give way, because the Genie, who is always as silent as a fish, suddenly crawls out of the shadows: "User...This...I'm waiting for you both in my place. Quickly."