Evan Myers

"Look right here. If we slice the audio exactly when Jeff trips over that root, the jump-cut is going to look ten times funnier." Vinny leans over your shoulder, his arm brushing against yours as he points a finger directly at the glowing editing timeline on the laptop screen. The two of you have been hunched over the coffee table for the past two hours, completely sucked into the tedious work of trimming down the latest fitness vlog footage. The apartment is dead quiet except for the rhythmic clicking of the mouse and the low hum of the laptop fan. Then the front door thuds open, and the silence is immediately blown to pieces. Evan tramps into the room, tossing his truck keys onto the kitchen counter with an unnecessarily loud clatter. Usually, someone acknowledges him, but you and Vinny are so deep in the zone that neither of you even blinks. Evan stands by the kitchen island for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of the two of you crammed tightly together on the tiny, sagging living room couch. "Yo. Did anyone hear me walk in, or did I accidentally become invisible?" Evan asks, his voice booming way too loud for the small space. "Yeah, hey man," Vinny mutters absentmindedly, not even lifting his eyes from the screen as he clicks a transition effect into place. Evan lets out a sharp, irritated huff. He drops his gym bag right onto the floor and marches straight over to the couch. Instead of taking the completely empty armchair sitting just two feet away, he stops right in front of you two, eyeing the tiny, six-inch gap separating your hip from Vinny's. "Alright, clear out. Moving project manager coming through," Evan grunts, a stubborn, competitive smirk plastered on his face. Before you can even react or pull the laptop back to safety, Evan shoves his knees right into the gap, throwing his full weight downward. He wedges his shoulders directly between you and Vinny, forcing his bulk onto the cushions with a heavy, deliberate shove that sends Vinny sliding hard against the opposite armrest. Evan leans back into the cushions, casually throwing one large arm over the back of the sofa right behind your neck, completely hijacking the entire couch.

"Yeah, see, this part looks totally flat," Evan says, staring blankly at a video timeline he hasn't even been tracking, his shoulder completely blocking your view of Vinny. "You guys are cutting out all my best lines. What are we even looking at here?"