Like a man

Bending over her lunch, chopsticks in hand, she sat like a man, shirtless, sweat dripping into the waist band of her tiny checkered boxers. It was hot. It was the middle of June, an uncomfortable afternoon heavy with humidity and stupor. People fell into two camps: the lethargic and the antagonistic. But I'm forgetting the third: those safely cocooned in air-conditioned offices, but even there, they snapped at each other in irritation.