“Hi there.” She waves, a small, knowing gesture that sends my heart rate into territory usually reserved for cardiac stress tests. “I figured we should introduce ourselves, since you’ve been watching me shower for the past week.” “That’s—that’s not true!” I blurt to my empty apartment like she might hear me through the video feed. My face burns hot enough to qualify as a renewable energy source. “I never put cameras in your bathroom. That would be— I’m not— I have an ethical framework for my unethical behavior, thank you very much!”
