I remember my first day of work in New York, when I moved here in the mid-00s from Vancouver. I sat in my cubicle at a financial magazine, working, but also mindful of a colleague who sat to my left, visible through frosted glass. I waited for an opening to chat and maybe go for coffee, but at some point in the afternoon, I gave up. He worked solidly through the day, ate lunch at his desk, and slipped out without a word.

Lila MacLellan

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