He was leaning against the van.
He’d gone back to the van, waited for the light, and taken this photo.
The caption said:
good waves, good company
Nothing else.
Good company.
I stared at it for a long time. Long enough that my thumb, operating completely without my permission, twitched. The heart turned red.
I unliked it in under a second, maybe half a second, then threw my phone onto the bed like it had burned me.
He had 157 thousand followers. The post had been up for forty-seven minutes. It had—I checked, hating myself—six thousand likes already.
I was one of six thousand people.
There was absolutely no mechanism by which he would have?—
A notification popped up.
el_tiburónsent you a message
I was not going to?—
My phone buzzed again.
el_tiburón
see something you like?
I stared at that for a while when the little text sayingmessage readpopped up.
Fuck me.
beachbruja
I was doing research
el_tiburón
yeah?
find anything interesting
beachbruja
not really
your last three posts are sponsored content and it shows
el_tiburón
harsh
what about the most recent one?
