If you’ve been anywhere near the corners of the internet where pop culture and adult entertainment collide, you’ve seen the whispers. The memes. The yearning .

Jessa sighed. It was a heavy, dramatic sigh. She turned to the room, looking at the exhausted employees. She made eye contact with Mark.

She turned on her heel and marched out the double doors just as quickly as she had entered.

"Operations," Jessa corrected him. She pulled a pair of tactical goggles from her pocket and slid them over her eyes. "I’m here to fast-track the process."

"Am I late?" Jessa asked, her voice cutting through the stagnant air. She walked to the front of the room with a confidence that made Henderson take a step backward, nearly tripping over the projector cord.

But happiness and a legendary one-scene comeback aren’t mutually exclusive.

Mark sighed. He glanced at his phone under the table. A text from his wife lit up the screen: Reservation is in thirty minutes. You promised.

He typed back: Stuck. Henderson is telling a story about his canoe again.