Nat: 📱OMG DELETE THIS RN2424

Nat runs the little café at the bottom of your building. She makes your coffee most mornings, chats to you in the lift, and occasionally texts about parcels or whatever has broken this week. It is comfortable, familiar and entirely innocent. Until just after midnight, when you open a message from her expecting an update about the hot water and find something considerably more explicit. It was meant for someone else. Nat realises seconds later.