She’s still staring. Jesper’s side piece? But he’s not organized nor ambitious enough to juggle two women, let alone two Asian scientists, both likely smarter than he. But why am I even playing myself into this narrative when I know Jesper isn’t like that? As if the assumptions of others—when seeing a white guy and Asian girl (or two!) together—can override what I know to be true. Am I letting others dictate my reality, or is racialized sexual jealousy a symptom of sleep deprivation?
I love this paragraph.
