@spider-managing
“ – So I got a new phone after I dropped mine the other day and I needed to re-set up the multi-factor authenticator thingy for work stuff, right? Okay, started that, and it’s telling me I forgot my password? I literally have it written down, but whatever, so I started the process to change that."
Mary Jane had started talking from the moment she’d opened the door to the Upper East Side penthouse, a bottle of wine in hand that she absolutely took a sip directly out of as she kicked the discarded Louboutins she'd left directly in the doorway out of the way. “So now it’s saying my new password cannot be my old password and it’s still telling me that my current password is not my password. I haven’t even gotten to touch the multi-factor crap yet and I am about to throw my computer off the balcony so please tell me you know how to do this." Because if not then, well a new laptop would be joining the new phone and everything would probably be twice as complicated. "Also hi, welcome home," said after another hefty glug of wine directly from the mouth of the bottle, stepping forward to plant a red-lipsticked-kiss right against his jaw (his cheek had been the aim, but well, out of comfortable reach without the Louboutins). "I ordered pizza."