“Look at you go!” Bash laughs now, the deep sound vibrating through my headset. “Gwen, this is my job. It would be like me clapping when you roll out a yoga mat. Even though when I see that ass in leggings, it makes me want to.” I cough out a slightly surprised laugh at the absurd comparison. “If you don’t clap the next time I do, I will be deeply disappointed.”
