The Fall Risk

by Abby Jimenez

“We get paid to be trapped in our apartments.” “I’m usually trapped in my apartment for free,” she whispered.

“He has no record, by the way,” she said. “And his socials are clean.” “Good Lord, it’s only been five minutes—” “I only needed two.”

“You give a guy an orange and ask him to peel it for you,” she said. “It tells you what kind of person he is.” “How?” “Because it’s such a small ask. If he complains about it or forgets, he’s probably gonna complain and forget to do other shit that’s more important.”

“I’m not gonna run. Why would I run? I like that you need something, it gives me something to do for you.” He looked at her earnestly. “I like doing things for you.”