Men are taking too much of the initiative, and an emotional line close to both of them is getting loose.

The late-night office lights, the goddess sits in front of the table with a silk shirt and a knob, the young man's assistant pushes in the door and looks straight at her, and he's in the middle of it, and the documents are just an excuse for the goddess to ask why he hasn't gone, and he's standing up, and he's going straight behind her, and he's reaching for her, and she's getting her collar, and the goddess's body is frozen, and he's breathing, and he's out of tune, and he whispers in her ear that you're beautiful today, and she's got her hand on her shoulder, and she's not pushing him, and she's just holding her pen, and his eyes are moving between the screen and the mirror, and the window is darker, and there's only two people on the air and buttons.