“Honestly this is good, and the line about being in the first row is genius. When are you gonna post it?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a normal poster.” I laughed at my own expense, hugging my legs as I looked at the rising sun.
“First, don’t post it on your timeline. Put it in your IG story with a black background. Save your timeline for memorable and meaningful things. Your page is public, right?”
“Public but there are only two photos up there,” I said, thinking about my bare social media.
“That’s fine. Wait, let me find you.”
I had drafted my post for social media early this morning and got Jordyn’s number out of Indiri’s phone. I hadn’t expected her to call me minutes after I sent it.
“Found you. Damn you weren’t lying, your page is bare as hell. We’ll work on that. But first things first. Post the statement to your story as it’s controlled, temporary, and on some no response necessary motion. Seeing as though you have about forty thousand followers, it’ll get screenshotted and sent to the outlets. Then in a few days I’m begging you to post a cute lil something on here.”
“Something like what? And how do I have that many followers? I don’t post,” I asked, already copying and pasting my statement from our messages to my story in three parts.
“Um people are nosy as hell, Selah. Like really nosy. Have you taken any pictures while you all have been there yet?”
“I didn’t take many but, Jade took some good ones of us yesterday. Am I sending them to you?”
She laughed. “You and Indi are gonna stress me out with this no social media thing. I can feel it already. Yeah, send them to me. Let me see what you have.”
Before doing that, I pressed post. The story read:
“I normally keep my business offline, but since narratives are being created without me, I’ll say this once. I was in a private, six-year relationship and knew nothing about the things that later came to light. When I found out, I left. End of story. I didn’t move on out of malice or strategy. Life happened. I offer no apology for that. I run two businesses and I mind the business that pays me. I value my privacy. Anyone who compromises that will be handled accordingly. As for the rest. Focus on your training. I’ll be in the front row.”
Then I went to my messages with Jade and downloaded the pictures she’d sent me. I hadn’t really studied them before sending them to Jordyn.
I updated her. “Story posted and images sent.”
“Damn I like you. Now only if your man would be this prompt and quick. I wouldn’t be logged into his media on my phone. Ohh. I like this picture, it’s hot. You’re about to tell me no, but as soon as you’re on that flight headed back here, I need you to post it with a cute lil funky caption.”
“Which picture?”
“The one with y’all standing on the beach, damn near in the water. You’re holding your drink and facing the camera while looking off. His back is to the camera and he’s got his arm around you. You’re gonna tell me no, but please.”
I found the picture she was talking about and just looked at it. This picture was the one I felt described us best. Something about my bubbly personality and his brooding one taking in everything I wasn’t paying attention to.
“Um, hello. This picture is a yes or a n?—”
“Yes. I’ll post it after I run it by him.”
“Run what by me?” Indiri’s voice had me looking up from my phone.
He was no longer in bed but standing shirtless in the balcony doorway. When I didn’t respond fast enough, he advanced toward where I was sitting. He pulled me up, nearly picking me up in the process, took a seat, and pulled me down on him like there weren't at least two more seats out here.
“Run what by me?” he repeated, pushing his face into my neck and inhaling.
“Good morning to you too, Indi. I’m trying to get Selah to post an image from your vacation. She says she has to run it by you. Show him the picture please, Sey.”
I smiled when he pulled back and looked at me. Lord this man was fine, the type that had me forgetting what I was supposed to be doing and blanking out.
“Selah,” Jordyn said, helping me out of my thoughts.
“My bad. Here is the picture. I like it and I’m gonna post it when we leave as Jordyn has requested. Is that okay?”
He looked confused. “Fuck you asking me if it’s okay for? Are you okay with posting it?” he asked, face going back into my neck while his hands went under my nightgown.
“Yes, I’m okay with posting it.”
