She sits just two metres away from me as we share the table in the living room for work. My tap-tapping on the computer keyboard rhythmically punctures the silence in the air that we’re sharing. She punctuates each sector of this mind-map she’s making with glances at her phone accompanied by short gasps of laughter. Must be something funny she’s looking at. This is just another evening at home: me at work, her at exam revision, but it’s a rare delight that tonight we’re sharing the living room space.