The moment I knew: Our knees touched and we froze – it was cinematic | Australian lifestyle
In 2019, I started a job as a junior editor for an online city guide in Melbourne. I was struck by the social media coordinator, Steph, who worked quietly and diligently in a corner of the office, but had a surname that was at odds with her vibe. She was Vigilante by name, but not by nature. Our shared Italian heritage was an instant bonding agent. We had chemistry, sure, but it was purely platonic. Even when lockdown put a pin in all things in real life, work’s instant messaging app helped our friendship survive working from home. I’d write stories about the city; Steph would cleverly bring them to life on social media. The synergy was real. As restrictions eased, we began spending more time together. But I was oblivious to how things were snowballing. I sent her cacio e pepe tortellini when she had Covid. I invited her to a restaurant I was reviewing and we lingered long after dessert, glassy-eyed, swapping stories about our nonnos, who we’d both just lost. I felt …







