I watched my colleague eat a sandwich at his desk for fifteen minutes while I sat three feet away, receiving what sounded like a live ASMR recording I never subscribed to. At one point he looked directly at me mid-chew and asked, "You good?" as if the wet *crunch-squelch-crunch* symphony wasn't a complete sentence. I nodded and turned back to my email, where I'd already read the same paragraph four times. He finished, wiped his mouth, and said, "That was really satisfying." Yes. I could tell.